The Last Walk Poem by Vaa Nii

Humans are creatures full of contradictions.
If you ask me what it means to be human,
I'd say it just means to go around in circles with uncertainty.

First of all, you make rules and assertions,
Then, you continue to prove them right,
Just to find an exception.
Then you make new assertions,
But as always, forget the blind spots.

You walk, tell yourself not to fall,
But fall anyway saying you'll be stronger when you get up,
But forget the scar.

You think you are really far sighted,
Pretend to be clairvoyant,
Think only about the future,
But forget that the shore is far ahead and your boat is sinking;
You forget the present.

You are confused,
Yet you say all answers lie within yourself.

You talk about how eveready you are for changes and moving on,
Without taking into account the inertia.
You talk about how sans emotions you are,
And boast about what an extrovert you are,
Yet, you turn into an introvert when it comes to something very important.

You start with "means justify the ends",
But end with the principle of utilitarianism.

You talk about vulnerability,
Without even being there.

Not breathing, swinging between pessimism and optimism,
Without even halting at realism.

You talk about being fair,
And say that what goes around come back around.
You forget that if that were the case,
There would be no ripples.
Everything is supposed to have a definite start and an end.

Then, ‘Congratulations!
You are almost there, this is the last checkpoint',
You sense an apocalypse, see the end.
Now, no one can walk you to the very end.
Everyone has a different track ending separately.
It is not even virtually possible for two people to have the same ending,
Except for, when you create a mirror world.
Oh, see, there's an exception here too.

You end it by saying,
You were the wrong people,
At the wrong time, when,
In reality, the time had its own limits from t1 to t2.

The road now diverges.
You said what's beautiful should stay beautiful and die beautiful,
But now tell not to gamble on things you love,
because they won't come back.
But you have to, anyway.

You let go,
Tell yourself not to look back,
But in the end, you do,
But make sure you have an excuse,
And just hope they aren't gone.

But strange enough, the end doesn't feel the way it should.
It doesn't feel like ‘The End'.
It's good because that's what you were hoping for.
Hope that it's not the last walk.