A Traveller's Sorrow

I could not understand, I had the whole world in my hands. I could be anywhere I wanted to be, but even then I was not free. I had a strong longing for, something which I know I knew before, but had somehow lost in the struggle of trying to become, more and more. I could no longer run, I could no longer hide, from the sorrow which I felt inside. So I embraced my sorrow, and my sorrow showed me, That wherever I go there I shall be. That I am home And home is me. That I no longer need to become, because I already am. I am the answer, I am the key, I am the truth, to my own reality. All this time all I was looking for was me... I am free, I am free, I am free.