I know.
I know, destination is the dead end.
I know it's all in the journey itself
But destination is beautiful, calm and peaceful.
It's like the straight line with no bumps.
Journey is rocky, tiring and uncertain.
Like the ups and downs of heartbeats,
The spikes are a never ending thing.
And I'm afraid.
I'm afraid I might slip and fall
Stumbling on all the spikes henceforth.
Just don't let me go.
Hold my hand if I fall too fast
But not tight enough that you won't last.
When you reach the peak,
And achieve everything you seek.
Maybe, then, think of me.
All over again.
Look for me in all the unlooked places
Where we haven't met yet.
Maybe you'll find me all over again
Through many unforseen events
Maybe you'll not.
But if I'm lost,
You will come looking for me.
Won't you?
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