I wonder where does the horizon lies
The brink of earth or the depth of the skies
His steps get the counting finished
And still it moves away until he dies
When he pauses to rest, it also stops
forlorn, he stands up, runs again for it
The horizon wakes up, again the game starts
He runs and runs, becomes insane for it
In this cold game of nature he never wins
And on his bold struggle, the nature grins
He speeds up only to annoy the great guest
When he feels fatigue, it also takes rest
When he loses hope it again tempts him
And when he follows, it again cramps him
He desires to break the sky n earth apart
But feeling pathetic, he sees the dark
During his last nap, he witnesses a dream
he is lying on, where earth and sky meet
In the mists, over the line joining the two
He stands up astonished, now what to do
And then he watches the sun has risen
He feels peace, leaves worries to drain
But he wakes up, by the gleam of the horizon
To start, his neverending jouyrney again
Only to unveil a set of vague lies
He runs, rests, thinks and ultimately dies
I wonder where does the horizon lies
The brink of earth or the depth of skies
19-06-2006
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