The Journey (31/12/21)

 We tend to move when our impulses stay

For that is a light, hence the way

It's a road unknown to all but you

loops are plenty but path a few

A tunnel that ends and begins

where running never stops and nobody wins

A path you can choose but must fear

For the green road needs some wear

Somewhere around would temptations stay

but the blood gushes where thorns you lay

In haste or at ease sometime

The fruit must be cared before ripe

The journey chooses you and you the dream

For we are weird, conscience our stream

No dream is big or small

It's you, your rise and your fall

and a little muscle that makes you smile

For every fruit and every mile