I'm probably in a paradox
surface is rough and scars are plain
wind engulfs me and
sands drain.
i looked into the horizon
it sets me sour
half a mile done
still a half more(courtesy: a limitless brain)
i looked up, to the sky
indeed to the other side of me
i'd to travel with it
but just a path-mate it could be
i looked down at the earth
that lie beneath my footprints
i'd rubbed my fist against it, in anger
but my tears it couldn't drink
a way is never a way
until it ends somewhere
I'd call this an irony
cause end is everywhere
: knight-esS (life is fun)
