On this road, I tread with silent feet,
A path unwinding, long and bittersweet.
No signs to guide, no maps to chart the way,
Yet forward I step, into the fray.
Is destiny a script, already penned?
Or do we craft our fates, start to end?
The answer hides, shrouded in the mist,
Still, my feet persist, my path insist.
Why here, why now, on this chosen lane?
Is it fate’s design or my own gain?
Dreams beckon from the road’s unseen end,
Promises of joy, on which I depend.
Pleasure, wealth, or honor—what calls me forth?
Or is it love’s warmth, of immeasurable worth?
The question lingers, unanswered, unclear,
Yet I walk on, despite the fear.
Confidence, I seek, in each decision made,
No looking back, no thoughts to invade.
Onward to the end, with steady stride,
Hoping regrets will not at my side abide.
For what do I dream, for whom do I yearn?
Will the smile be mine when at last I turn?
At the goal, will I find what I seek,
Or will the journey continue, ever meek?
Where to, I wonder, does this road lead?
What purpose drives me, what inner need?
In search of meaning, in search of life,
On this road I wander, through joy and strife.
