En-route To Love

Retracing my footsteps, it’s a wise place to begin
Difficult to recollect things, and hard to dig in
Time was thus gone, for those moments forlorn
Precious words not spoken, ceased to be born.

A child’s voice, however honest and true
Is meaningless for those who have forgotten their due
To listen to the very echoes of the lonely heart
That reminds one of a story tearing it apart.

By rights we shouldn’t even be here, but we are…
It’s like stomping through the marshes afar
Who would walk through that wasted meadow?
When the sun is dead and moon in shadow

But that is not for us to decide,
For time is something over we cannot preside
The forces of mankind will continue to haunt
Desire, Feelings and Emotion will necessarily flaunt

The irony may run deeper than we see
In this game of love, heart will definitely flee
Ensnared, one may feel entrapped in this plot
At last it’s just an encouraging thought!

I think I do understand, I know now
Why should we struggle to reason or ask how?
It wouldn’t matter, and to none it would pertain
Nothing stays same, and nothing is certain.