How easy it is to fake glossing over the obvious
Learning those cues from our nurturing parents or friends
Only taking brief notice of the far-off horizon we never intended to discover
It’s simply an unwillingness to accept what we’re really after
Our humanistic failing to recognize the true distinct matter that matters
Between our life and our true overinflated journeys
Whereas people just seem to conflate them into one convenient stop
If they go to “that spot “somehow their lives are suddenly richer
I would posit, life and journeys are not all that different
However, you must refresh them in their proper context
Places are merely environmental destinations, like the Moon or Mars
These are just attributes left behind by others and time alike
They’ve just commercialized clutter people learn as children to desire
They require nor provide any sort of refinement or secret answers
We’ve foolishly come to view people as mere objects like rocks to be skipped
Over the surface of time and break up our childish boredom
But “life” is a short hallway throughout an unknown expanse
Where the real jewels and values are meant to be collected
People’s spirits are our “true journeys” to love and experience
Yet people venture out into the vast openness looking for fools’ gold
Then come back bragging about all the life-altering things they learned
They romanticize their travels and speak about exotic things
But somehow, they never express or live that knowledge gained
Albeit some may embark into a new philosophy- briefly
People venture because it provides them a placebic sense of control
Or like trinkets to garner narcissistic fodder from others
Places help us justify some faked need of change for ourselves
After all, we can intellectualize anything we dare desire appropriate
But- what we’ll remember and cherish most of all
Is the transit to and fro with “someone” more so than the place visited
These places are romanticized dirt and rock or color and glitter
The real journey loved and lived was the accompanying person(s)
We have forgotten how fleeting and unique lives are, until they’re gone
How we fail to venture into the depths of those closest to our hearts
And create lives worth taking with us, in our own departures
We’ve fallen so in love with the suitable idea of being in love- is enough
Without daring to wade the journey of someone…out of love itself
Poet of the Light © 2023
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