He climbed mountains
He climbed trees
He searched for something
He could not see.
He swam the sea
He flew the sky
He’s driving a journey
On roads people died.
He broke through walls that stopped
He walked through acid rain
He burned, he pierced.
He lost himself.
What would he do once he’s found?
What comes after destiny?
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Treetop or hilltop, its human nature to go higher and higher but there is a fall to every rise. What come next? The question keeps him moving. Nice write, Mehreen. Best Wishes Naseer