Life is all but a journey
Today we are here
Tomorrow we are there
No time to spare
On our lapses so bare.
On on the chariot of time goes
Dragging us along like war foes
Through the field where knowledge of hoes
Glow or blow our toes.
No lasting friend or enemy
Only permanent interest like a political pygmy
To survive the war like heroic army
Among the many armies that die the death of obscurity.
Life is all but a man's journey
Intricately woven to the journey of another
Many in their myopic state or starry-eyed lost their tracks
And are forever trapped in the destiny of others.
Oh! Not me. Not me
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So true, life is a journey that we do not know where it will go or when it will end, yet we continue to live it the best we can. We cross and re-cross other's journey's on the way to fulfilling our own destiny. Beautiful and lovely sentiments in your poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn