I look abnormally at my footsteps
and see how close I am
to where I begun
In miles, its many
in direction, its none
in revelation, its grand
in gain, nothing
I continue, to chase
hop choices, to find order
I pass
landscapes, stories, men, love, skies
I invariably find
an alluring destination
This is chase
it is better than ignorance
This is chase
much poor than harmony
Shringi
1 November 2012
