A journey called life that never seems to end,
Joy, sorrow and confusion is just a perfect blend.
Dreams not just one but many,
Some sweet, some sour and some dark.
Life in a way is a reflection of those dreams,
They may not have all come true
Yet what stays alive is the spark
There are days when I ask myself,
What I want to be?
The answer seems to change its form,
But the question remains the same within me.
Life pretends to be in a state of constant trance,
Stirring itself in direction of the inconsistent rhythm.
Yet there seems to be a pattern to it,
A joy within when high,
A silence when bit by sorrow.
The journey will end someday,
The music will die,
But who knows life may still go on,
For its journey that has ended not life!
- Cheers N Peace!