Of Journeys and Destinations

I stand filled with restless thoughts
Like the wandering wind…
Looking for a place to stop…

Watching the rain from a speeding car…
Hurtling towards inevitability
With a half burnt cigarette in my lips…

Stripped of all illusions of control…
I stand quiet…Staring blankly outside the window…
The coffee…untouched…cold…dark…

As, I wonder about purpose…
I feel a familiar hand in mine…
I close my eyes…maybe, it’s worth it all