A True End?

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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