When we are born,
entered into a world,
helpless and, a dependent form,
a fresh with the middle to come,
as we progress becoming older,
will be done
Taking us back,
to a dependent one
The cycle,
will be part of the course
Note the itinerary list,
which can’t be missed,
A journey and, route,
closed eyes won’t suit
Know this,
you need the right boot
Just trust the universe,
it will unfold,
you will see,
providing direction,
and, a track,
smooth enough,
so you can come back
Your way is certain of that

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney