Travelling

I feel myself being watched by myself
A feeling not new to me
I had never imagined it would be
And now what I felt
Felt so different to me
I observed myself as if it were another being
Another life, living and breathing, but me
A life whose musings were not known to me
It felt so different observing yourself from so near
Yet so far
Do birds which fly yonder feel the same,
Or the fish that swims from stream to stream?
‘Tis the feeling of newness when I travel to lands afar
A traveller am I
Awed but not lost by the wonders of the world
As I accustom to the newness of it all
‘Tis only the environment and not me that changes as I move on
And my musings remain with me

January 21, 2007. Poem, Poems, Poetry.