In thousand directions my mind wanders,
In thousand ways it paints the picture,
Few paths were there
for selection,
But thousand were the distractions.
In haste I chose one,
In hope that it’s the right one,
I stumbled, limped n even fell,
Panicked - Oh! What the hell!!!
N have come so far that can't return,
As you can't fix a broken urn,
Not even blurry that I can see an image,
N it all feels like a far fetched mirage.
But they say the distance doesn't matter, the journey does...
The destination won't teach anything, the experience will...
So here I continue my search, until I find it...
And hope all will end well as I expect it...
