Lost

The highway called the road to somewhere passed
Such tiny nowhere places in the dust
A great escape with grand design sweeps by
Those unalighted stops of wanderlust
The low horizon emphasises vast
Terrain becomes a ribbon under sky
Such emptiness in leaving unfulfilled
A comprehension starts when asking why
Is life not lived in nowhere every day
With vast emotions riven under cloud
In majesty each life revealed in full
Existence small can be so rich and proud
The traveller removed himself from place
To wander having lost the human race

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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