We are all travellers,
moving through time,
walking roads we did not choose,
carrying stories no one fully knows.
Life gives us no map,
only moments
some soft as morning light,
some heavy as storms.
We meet people along the way,
some stay, some leave,
some become memories before we are ready.
We build, we lose, we love, we break.
We hold on, we let go.
Sometimes, we run,
sometimes, we stop and wonder
what was the point of it all?
But the journey does not wait.
It pulls us forward,
whispers that there is more,
even when we are too tired to listen.
And one day, we step beyond the last horizon,
leaving behind the footprints of our existence,
while the road continues without us.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
We are all travellers,
moving through time,
walking roads we did not choose,
carrying stories no one fully knows.
Life gives us no map,
only moments
some soft as morning light,
some heavy as storms.
We meet people along the way,
some stay, some leave,
some become memories before we are ready.
We build, we lose, we love, we break.
We hold on, we let go.
Sometimes, we run,
sometimes, we stop and wonder
what was the point of it all?
But the journey does not wait.
It pulls us forward,
whispers that there is more,
even when we are too tired to listen.
And one day, we step beyond the last horizon,
leaving behind the footprints of our existence,
while the road continues without us.
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