non-identikal

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)