The heat and cold now matter less,
The heart that once felt the pain of the millions,
Is now nothing but stale, cold and disconnected
Unrecognizable even to the bearer

Years of travel through deserts and snow mountains,
Never giving time for the body or soul to settle down,
Life has been just rolling at pace
And the dust of time sticking its marks on him

He wished he could see where the road ahead leads
But seldom does he realize that it’s not him that’s moving
It’s every thing around him that is pushing him somewhere
Final destination to be revealed when the last mile is traversed

Loosing to others can be recovered they say
But loosing to one self, it’s painfully lost for ever
Remorse, penance, sacrifice or surrender
Which would you choose for salvation at the end?