Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm, Without looking for the traces I may have left; A cuckoo's song beckons me to return home; Hearing this, I tilt my head to see Who has told me to turn back; But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.Anonymous
About This Quote
This poem is all about the journey of life. The poet says that the journey is an illusion. No one knows where they are going or why they are going there. The poet also says that every step is his home. He feels at home wherever he goes.
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