What lies ahead

Every night, when I close my eyes, I see a void that stretches as far as I can see.

And I try to run, as hard as I can,

to find the light that is there in the end.

You ask why?

Because I’ve been told of the light that I am meant to seek before my own goes out.

Every night, when I close my eyes, I think whether a man should love so many things, as I do?

You ask why?

Because I’ve been told that there is one thing that we are meant to be, and that life has its true meaning accomplished at that point.

Every night, when I close my eyes, I think of the moments that have passed in my wistful thinking,

and will that time come back again?

You ask why?

Because I’ve been told that time waits for no one, and if you are not fast enough to catch it, it will leave you behind, gasping for your own breath.

There are a lot of things that we have been told, you and me.

Of the things we’ve done and the things we ought to.

Of the passions and the desires that should burn in our hearts,

And of the light that we have to seek at the end of the road.

But what if on days, I just like to sit, silently peering at the clouds that take so many forms,

just like my passions, that change with my moods everyday.

And what if, there is no light at the end of the road,

but it’s just inside me, waiting to be lit.