Traveler

I have traveled unknown roads,
roads that lead nowhere,
along muddy trails and trenches,
for no purpose but travel.

There were gardens I could go to,
but I chose to wander in hope,
of places more calm and serene,
but the search is still in vain.

I return back to the fabled gardens,
where there is beauty and order,
where flowers blossom on thorny bushes,
and with time wither with grace.