The Journey

 


In this dark universe, life gives you several spin

The only impossible journey is the one you never begin.


Having discovered the Himalayas, a few countries and skies,

People are here to judge you, but they never reveal their lies.


You sail through the oceans, swim waters through the shore,

Life is tough yet unpredictable, it'll always remain a gore.


Maybe the journey isn't so much, about becoming anything,

Maybe it's about unbecoming, everything that isn't really you.


Rational thinking is the only way, we all become old,

Conflict, war and crimes around, I wish were never told.


Sooner or later, we all must die, leave this world around,

Little things which matter the least, makes most of the sound.


It is wrong to ask those things, explicit much to care,

Things cannot be unheard, until you do not share.


Wise men have said the things, that let us speak the lies,

Truth is so harsh yet comfortable, it comforts the soul who dies.


Nothing matters very much, and few things matter at all,

Your journey is set to resume soon, you have to take the call.





 






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