I am restless...again.

What is it about life?
Its not peace, satisfaction or even happiness,
all of which, you and I may have in some measure.
Its more than a thirst, of that I am certain,
or sleepless nights.
It may be a yearning,
may be,
for something, some place,
or even some other being,
not me.

The journey is the destination...

"There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, when taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries."
-William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

That night,
A little tea shop on the highway,
Conversation and smoke
to cloud my judgement.

It was 13 years ago...

"I've looked at life from both sides now

From up and down and still somehow

It's life's illusions I recall

I really don't know life at all"

I have stopped reading philosophy. I like another's thoughts only when they echo my own. Whats the point.