Journey with an unknown destination
Propels me, moves me-onward.
At times, I feel the rose petals under my feet
At times, craggy rocks tear my soles
Gushing water threatens to trip me
lush green grass-a soothing balm
I feel the light grainy sand
They comfort me with their coarse tenderness
I stop......look back.....How much did i travel?
Years have passed.
How many more to come?
Who knows?
I plant my feet forward......Steady and sure.
I walk again
Will i look back after a while?
Will i stand on smarting gravel or on sunny meadows?
Only time will tell
So, onward I march, forward i journey!
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