​Unaware of what it looks like.

Is it straight?

Is it bumpy?

No counts of nails or thorns laid on it.

Will those nails leave me wounded?

Will those nails spare my life?

Is it decorated with lanterns?

Is it decorated with shadow of darkness?

All I know is,

mystery is its great company.

It's the path to my destination.

All I know is,

I have an unbreakable bond with someone,

Who will teach me to enjoy the straight or bumpy travel.

Who will wipe my tears when the nails do it's job of tear.

Who will hold my hand and lead me.


© hars