no, I did not come that way,
no, not through all those images you mention
or past all those signposts you just detailed;
I came through the other perhaps the same
and not a way, as one might say,
for I just followed the dirt road
and let the tracks lead
and not in set ways
but simply walking,
observing,
breathing…
no, I did not see things the way you describe it
nor do I yearn now for those things I saw or that passed;
but you,
now you must let me pass,
and perhaps let me pass out of your mind too
for all the words and the language and terms
you use
that you use to converse and interpret
are your own,
right down to each nail and screw
for those things you have seen I have not
and all you do is to see in me what you have
while all I did was to breathe and walk and observe;
and so I shall pass, if you will,
wandering now
on dirt tracks that lead nowhere
but that keeps one moving on
Raj Arumugam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderer-on-the-dirt-track/
