I have been walking thousands of miles..
It's like a circle I am revolving around..
No matter where I go..I'll come back..
Lost..Tired and weakened..
Breathing get heaviers..With each step I took more..
A thirst for rest rushes in..
But there no place for me to take shelter under..
No one to lend a hand to me..
Eyes felt heavy.. Wanting to meet the end..
Be engulfed in darkness rather than finding a home..
No words were able to come out..
Neither could I ask for help or shout..
In the end.. Another step I took..
It all comes around...
All lost on my journey..No aim to walk to..
It was all baren around me..
No flowers on the path or by me..
