Life, a twisted labyrinth to some, a stright line to heavens to a few, but we all will be dying of curiosity at what there is at the end of the line...
Although, we will never cease to wonder.

Aimlessly wanderings in a world without,
fingers searching for direction so the eyes
could se to where is to take the first steps
on a journey that will be a million miles.

Indefatigable feet ever refusing to stop,
the frozen landscapes and smoldering ones,
mirages with a distorted truth in agonies
and mirrors that in your face will tell a lie.

You left the past behind you getting longer,
and shorter, a future’s end coming near, like,
when the sand in the hour-glass runs over
and there isn’t more a expected in, but an out.

You bend over to pick up a flower but don’t,
you are at the end…don’t destroy another life,
left it for a honey bee or for an old painter
that could put on his canvas that little smile.

Indefatigable wanderings towards nowhere…
no end of the tunnel, or a dramatic end or light,
but crumbling into yesterday’s whiter memories,
and still, all mirrors will tell on your face, a lie.