The Path Poem by issac roy

Let’s walk a way that u may never passed,
The road that seems none ever taken,
Appropriates why is it a road when none taken
It’s just the path, not to a destination.
The path may be found with lots of attractions.
The same may have enough distractions.
Some are the dangerous devils and treacherous wolves.
Ferocious lions and valiant crocs.
Fruits, flowers and hares, ,
The route have angels pure of heart.
And seekers of the past.
Every man passes the same path
Reaching different destinations
The wonder may why a path variant leads
The answer lies in the question it says
The path leaves no trials no footmarks of others,
Just me and my memories.
The path may have started years ahead
as I can’t see my footmarks for long
and I can’t see where I’m going too
the past the future of myself unknown,
lest known where I stand past.
The path may sound sublime.
As the path moves and I stand still,
Yet it took course on my will.
Yet independent on its own will.
Some call it fate or gods play,
Lest the puzzles and hurdle surpassed.
Weakens and strengthens as age passed.
I travel and travel the path,
Yet not knowing my heart.
Is it destiny I awaits.
Or is there an ultimate destination.
I wish I had a new beginning,
A start over.
Not that I may end up bad,
Not that I may ever made to finish,
Not that I regret my past and my path,
Just a new start, a varied life,
A new goal, a new love, a new destiny.
May I be happy, contend, satisfied,
A new end, a new path…
Just then I realize the path, the start,
The whole nonsense meet the same
The former was the latter
Or the latter former.
Just the path is inevitable…
And I and I alone should walk my way
No change for change as only that remains the same….