Of the traveler who loves to travel,
Of the traveler who loves to travel but not to arrive,
Of the traveler who wishes that it would be better if he never lived to see his destination,
Of the traveler who doesn't see his purpose for living and thus wishes he would perish on the road,
Dont ask me about the traveller for i may not know him.
The thoughts of the traveler scare me stiff as i write this but it would be thrilling if i were traveling at this moment that am writing about the traveler.
