Life is nothing but a journey...
Along a road that is thorny...
A journey that begins from infancy...
And ends when one is elderly...
Everyone is but a wayfarer...
Moving toward a common square...
On a road that is so bizarre...
With everything so unfamiliar...
As a cradler man begins the journey...
crawling he continues the journey...
Ignorant of the end of the journey...
Until he becomes mature...
Stops to think about this enigma...
Seeking a clear answer...
To this puzzling bizarre...
When life seems to move perpetually...
Some come to stop abruptly...
At a tender age full of activity...
This life is but a mystery.
