Walking till dusk
by melvin (the persona)
(picture taken in dec '04 new zealand - christchurch trip)
If only things were that simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstructions worsen the meadow fields,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our soles.
Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout our paces.
Mistakes are made, and regrets are our baggage;
we will drag the burdens with us to slow us down.
Victories are just flashes of glams, sudden and unlasting, which allow us
to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.
Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that hold us.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
People whom we love sculpt our destinies and strengths,
yet leave us so cold and alone in the darkness.
There are others trying to race with the wind and to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the dark.
Alone is not a bad way it seems;
it clears your muddle-head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have,
but be prepared to walk alone till dusk.
This poem was composed locally, based on an inspiration of the long endless road picture (as shown above), which resembles the persona's singular never-ending life journey, on Dec 13th, 2007.
