Tempest

Monday, 22 January 2007

The walk...

Its supposed to have an end...the road.
It keeps winding...
makes people believe it is leading them to some place.
They follow the twists and turns
blindly, passively, hopefully
the hope to find the end...
reason is attributed to the walk.
In forever search for what they call the truth...
They don't stop, they cannot stop
for its time that is moving not the road.
Its time thats leading them.
They talk of holding time still in their hands...
but still moments change, eternity fades, scenes alter
in flashes faces become familiar...
in flashes they become a blur.
one moment it is all important, the next it is gone
They still follow the road
blindly, purposefully, hopefully
In search of that truth
for time in its pace has shown them many betrayals
Funny word betrayals...makes them forget the word constant.
Constant is what they look for all their lives...
so, they follow the road in search of what they call the truth.
Inside they all know...
Inside they all refuse to acknowledge, believe
that constant will never be,
for its time that guides their walk
And not the road.
They still follow the road
blindly, passionately, faithfully
Such is the courage of man...
Most might disagree...
But tis' my definition of courage.

Posted by Pavitra :: 02:37 :: 3 comments