As life got busier and busier,
the time cruised by,
and now I try to catch some moments,
some memories flashing by.
undeterred and adamant,
the stream flows on,
how I wish could stop it,
halt it, but it goes on.
and soon would go the moments
that I would have loved to cherish
those flowers fragrant, the rivers tranquil,
those wonderful relations that I relish.
As I stand at the end of the road
looking back, I say to myself,
the end I ran to never did exist,
the end was in the journey itself.
