And sometimes it gets dark,
as I hurry across those burnt fields.
Many a dreams lie shattered there around me.
My eyes moisten with crystals of salt
as my heart now feels heavier
weighed down by the chains of sorrow.
But alas! I cannot stop here,
for my journey still lies ahead
and the horizon waits for me quite eagerly.
And so I pat on Hope my humble steed once more.
And she in turn consoles me with a soft neigh,
as she gallops now with haste
towards the end of our journey.
I can feel the wind blowing in my ear once again.
But this time he doesn't seem angry like before.
He leads us to the streams of introspection.
We halted there for a while.
Hope and I had a drink,
we knew we had a long journey ahead.
After resting for the night,
we set off once again at the break of dawn.
The road seemed clearer this time,
we came upon a fork in the road,
A choice needed to be made.
the road of What I like
or the road of What I want.
The first seemed clear,
the other seemed to dissappear into foggy forest.
And yet that was the path I chose.
no logic though here prevailed.
And thus I entered through the misty foliage.
My journey I know is far from over. . .
