Across The World

Though how far one might reach,
Or one might see,
It is not the real depth,
Or something tangible,
For a path may stretch,
And seems unable to reach the other side.

Visions may blur,
Brains may switch off,
We still hold on to what’s dear,
And look like and calf.

As the other side seems greener,
Open your eyes sooner;
Do not be fooled,
Or tempted;
To rush in to the false hope,
Which may be dire;
A threat,
Or pest;
May seem harmless,
Till one touches;
For it brings anguish,
One shall sigh;
For one felt it kick,
And it’s far too late to turn back.

Exploring the other end,
Gathers courage,
Till no limitation or end,
One must be willing to endure,
The pain which pricked.

Perhaps the other end,
May be as it seems;
Distance is just the problem faced,
But that shall not hinder me from go’erts goes;
I will not be trenched,
Or cooped up in such places;
Where thine shall be with thou moved,
Across the seas and mountains;
Will I be Moved,
To the other end just for happiness;
Shall keep my mind appeased,
Forever with thou sweetness.