I was walking through the streets
Without looking back, the ways I traveled,
Without looking at the horizon.
Cherishing that beautiful memories,
Looking forward to the surprises ahead,
I walked ... just walked ...
Looking forward to the surprises ahead,
I walked ... just walked ...
I saw many people in between ...
Some are beautiful, a few are close to me,
I met many who are worried for their choices.
Over time they walked away to the aisles for their reasons.
Some are beautiful, a few are close to me,
I met many who are worried for their choices.
Over time they walked away to the aisles for their reasons.
I kept walking .. just walking.
Nothing is permanent,
In the end the body that walked for me will stop
Then I continue on to another,
Through the ways of time.
Why am I walking? What is the need for this?
What is the intuition behind this? I do not know.
The answer is at the end of the journey
I was walking meditating on my thoughts.
Nothing is permanent,
In the end the body that walked for me will stop
Then I continue on to another,
Through the ways of time.
Why am I walking? What is the need for this?
What is the intuition behind this? I do not know.
The answer is at the end of the journey
I was walking meditating on my thoughts.