The snow falls like broken memories
Heaping into a huge mount of time
That blows away like loose pages of diaries
To a place unmemorable yet sublime.

Flashes of thoughts of end of journey
Pass my mind as I travel
Across this path of life carved and walked by me
As feelings of ages I unravel.

Someday I know this journey will end
This voyage full of sun and rain.
For every excursion comes to an end
But the hardest part of ending is starting again.

But by far worse is oblivion-
Not knowing the mistakes I had made before
Yet forced to make them for a million more eons
Until my soul is beaten and sore.

And maybe that’s Fate,
Or somewhere I’m choosing wrong
And for somebody else
My mistakes will be an ideal talk
And this odyssey will be another new song
This life will be just another long walk……