my journey

It is my journey
Once myself and yourself think
The journey is never ending winding road
It is not always winding, it is also has no winding line.
Some time it gives us pause to rest
A rest without stopping to walk
No time to stop walking

It gives me no chance to be left behind
Then why we ever left behind?
Ask myself and the other
It is not onli take my journey
It gives me choice

Whether i want to wakl alone or together?
Whther i want to walk while accompanying or being accompanied
Whether i want to walk carryng yourself or hiding behind a mask

The choice can be the help me make or the great barriers mycreate.

The journey is a never ending winding road. Is it?
Will it one day change its mind to give us an eternal stop?
Yes it will, on a day with no exactitude
Death, the eternal stop