I thought I thought it was a destination, Where halts all creations, And yield satisfactions, But I had to change my mind, The journeies are often great. They lead to perfections, They help in learning the actions. The never ending actions. Can you stop at place for so long ? Yes we will move on.
One night I was lost,In the city, not bad.I looked up on strange people,They seem to be glad. I was alone,But not sad.Stars were my friends,With Moon, on chat. Moving on my way,There was nothing to say.Cool breeze was blowing,Taking my soul away. I wish to stay in city,But no place was for me.In a