The forest
It will be a long path! Spare the critics and complaints To when you reached back home; In peace One forgets about botherments. I rushed, But home was far And my feet hurt me. Running in the same forest All pass and debate, Pushing and pulling, Few walk together And even fewer s mile to strangers. One told me The road was a warzone And I ain't good enough, That I must choose to act As a slave or an owner And do so much... The flowers are unseen And the ones who stop by, Suspecting for a moment There must be something beautiful Unleashing the mythical smell, Are doomed as fools. Should always focus On the path! The forest grew smaller And one must only see The movement of another, Take notes, And walk the talk. All strive for perfection, While everyone forgot The trees are mistakes And so is the journey, Exploring is the kidnapper Who turned the angels Into sleepwalker...