You stumble and fall.
You get lost.
You join nomads.
You abandon travel-mates.
But you’re still walking.
Sometimes running – out of breath.
You never stop.
Life doesn’t let you – that’s its cruel sweetness.
The unseen beauty of how things work – the process in continuum.
You choose some of the paths you take.
And the others choose you.
You find companions on the way.
Some stay while the other have a way of withering away.
Some demand your time. Some are free.
You’re either a nurturer or a wanderer.
You choose companions – for life or for the moment.
That’s the law- break it- and you feel lost within your Universe.
You’re always thinking- too less, too much, deep or shallow.
Reminisce – nostalgia -memories give light.
Fears. Challenges. Betrayals – bring dusk upon you.
You breathe. You sleep. You cry and then look up at the constant sun.
This journey that our lives have begun – ends only at the beginning of another.