The dusk blushed with a flushed purple
And the paper daisy flowers heaved a sigh
For there she was once again
On her way to the roads
That dreamt of the sky
The noises babbled
"sky was the limit", they jabbered
But what is limit's limit
Rarely did their thoughts scrabbled
But she was a traveller
With a dreamer's heart
It was a vain attempt, she knew..
To tell beginnings and ends apart
For time has never been linear
And space is home
To ellipses, circles, and spheres
There would never be a true end
Even if you walk miles or light years
For end has never truly been
Nor does the tale of absolute things
It has always been a mirage
Like folk tales that a tourist strings
So she journeyed on
To the wake of dawn
As flowers bloom
And the life as we know it
Goes on
"Because a journey does not have a true source nor does it have a true destination. Source and destination are mere semblances. Journey is the sole veracity."
Excerpt from 'Enigmatic Horizon'
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