Listening to Malou

What is the end of this journey ?
The path inadvertently chosen
is not reversible
What is this journey ?

I know
we are on it together
united by chance
need and desire
And at the end of this journey ?

What matters less ?
What matters more ?
Power ?
Position ?
Celebration ?
Or walking hand in hand
in our city,
Neruda’s city

I think I know
which to choose
Not always,
but now

At the end of this journey
It is you
not power
I want beside me
You
Not acolytes
near me
You
Nothing more

Healing, our people,
and you

That is the end of this journey
Together again

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18 November, 2012

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I am Noman
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