Spirit of the path
Once I thought I need a destination
'till I was stucked on an old train station
I was about to step up a train to the west
Yet the crowd rushed in to forbid my quest
I swam the waves of panicking passengers
alas! I went the path of the strangers
The train stops over on every station.
Yet no matter what struggle Im in domination
I patiently waited my way to clear
yet twas too late, twas my fear
I am lost at the end of the rail
I have no ticket nor chip to give
I can't go back I have lost the trail
I should self-motivate and believe
I have to make my own path real
People believe & followed my track
I'd crush 'em all if I move back
There I realize a traveller I was not
I am the spirit of the path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought provoking ink.Liked it.