My Way

 A busy lane, a busy street,

With countless people,

Heading in a certain direction,

With their destination firmly in sight.

 

I am part of that crowd,

But what sets me apart is,

That am ignorant of my destination,

And my path is yet undecided.

 

I don’t know where am going,

I don’t know what I seek,

Am walking down a path,

Which ends in pain and misery.

 

I am oblivious of my responsibilities,

Of my duties and everything else,

Blank thoughts cloud my mind,

With no silver lining.

 

I am still walking down that path,

And can see my destination at a distance,

But I pass it by and keep walking,

As if, it were unseen.

 

I have no wish to stop,

I don’t want this to end,

I just want to keep walking down this lane,

And meet death at its end.