journey of life

Coming with a short time We print our footsteps And live our own stories

The meeting of souls Stories entwine Or leave behind a chapter

Their fragments however Continue to appear Within my story

Our beings Come with no mentions of before Like a blank notebook Only filled as we carry on

Our existence The beginning and end Remain to be concepts We cannot comprehend

This short time of living A chapter of my existence I would like to call it ‘The journey of life’