THE JOURNEYMAN

THE JOURNEYMAN

The Journeyman roams......

An end he does not seek...........

rest, he does not

sleep is rare

as is frivolous activity.

He seeks answers to his questions ....

Isnt that an end in itself???

maybe, he doesnt understand....

maybe... thats all he knows to do.

Does he enjoy his travels??

His ' mind' seems to agree....

his eyes dont...

he often complains of weariness...

He often looks tired & defeated.

Maybe, thats the way he knows to live.

Does he not like to win??

I have heard his liking for play....

maybe , comparisons seem unfair to him.

Maybe, losing the game ........

feels like redemption.

Does he not defend himself??

Yes he does, I am sure....

Maybe with ppl, he feels r his own....

Maybe with ppl he feels

he must stop.......

& observe.......

& wash away,

if for some time only....

the pain of the monotony....

of the lack.....

in his life,

of Vanity.

Maybe he feels

those ppl....

are an end in their own..

Does he feel the need to move on??

I am sure he does.

Maybe, he is pulled back,

by the chains of his friendship

& the walls....

of his own honesty.

He dissaproves of the inner push

to everyday goals....

that dont satisfy....

just raise hunger.

So what is the Journeyman looking for???

He has outgrown the glory searching

and trophy hunting,

dependent.... and meaningless.

Maybe he seeks an end himself,

The end of Futile activity.

And then begin a journey....

thats light and easy,

pleasing and poetic...

A hourney, that is and end in itself,

but a journey nevertheless....

& then the journeyman will rest....

FOR THE LAST TIME.

The poem is like a person examining himself, questioning and answering himself from the point of view of his own self image... you can say its like soul searching or something similar... thats it.