The ground is gray, with streaks of white and black,
Running and criss-crossing each other, yet remaining perfectly intact,
As many travellers pass by, the roads can never change,
For the only way to change this life is but to stay the same.
Some have travelled these roads before, many a time I would say,
Others are still new to these roads, slowly but surely finding the way,
Others still go quickly by, trying very hard to forget,
The fact, the truth, and the denial that: - on this road there is no such thing as turning back.
Why deny I must ask, this simple truth that you already know?
Why try to deceive your eyes, when the heart is the one in control?
Don’t try to run or hide or it’ll always come back to haunt you,
Neither do you try to forget, for the only person you cannot deceive - is you!
You might have done something wrong, but everyone’s given a second try,
To right the wrong that happened before, to just stop living this lie,
To break free from these bonds, these shackles that hold us to earth,
Only then can you learn how to fly, for the first time since your birth.
Pain, anger and guilt you will feel, for this is but the facts of life,
Cause there is no life without emotions, and no happiness if you’ve never experienced strife,
For the mind and heart are one - one entity single and divine,
Controlling your moves and thoughts, thus the wrong step is yours alone without a chance to rescind.
But if you fear what lies ahead, then why are you wasting your time,
For the sands of life trickling away, will soon leave your bones and ashes scattered behind,
Forgotten and forlorn without anyone to care, your memory shall wither away and die,
Leaving you with nothing at all: - no body, no past and not even a sign.
This is the way of the road, these gray stones which show the way,
Though we all travel these roads some time, but not all of us will fly away,
Thus lead your life as you should, be brave and above all never forget,
That one’s past is connected to one’s present and the future is in our hands.
