In the end , I walk this road alone ,
People have come and gone ,
Some have seen and some have shown,
But in the end , it is me walking alone.
Roads meet and diverge,
People leave or converge;
Horror, grief, misery
Or joy,happiness and serendipity.
Yards and yards of verses written,
A few steps here and there beaten.
Fresh dried leaves swept away-
By men and dry winds of May.
In the end , I walk this road alone,
Despite all that went underneath ,
Firmly I still stand on my Feet.
In the end , it is I who walks alone.
Feelings,emotions and fears,
Guilt,traumas and tears.
Cloud racing and jocund company
The vibrations of a human symphony.
Paths which lead and paths which feed,
Paths filled with actions and many a deed.
The heart goes a way and the mind another,
The road,indifferent , which in concrete is better?
Decisions, desperation and conclusions
People,words and aspirations.
Dreams and ambitions,
Floods and indulgence.
In the end , I walk this road alone,
If not today , someday,
Let me choose a way,pray,
Which I feel in my way.
In the end , I walk this road alone,
People have come and gone,
Some have seen some have shone
But in the end, it is me walking alone.
The light shines the brightest
