just a journey

there are many people in this world who can just live a very pleasant life, based on what/where they are right now.. but they keep deciding to put in the effort every day and be the way, which probably got them to where they are..

sometimes, they probably stop and think back on why they should work so hard. they can just live through without the strain and struggle, and still have no one to answer.

yet, for some reason not all succumb to this.. some keep working and working, no matter what they are and how life can bend for them.. maybe there is more to gain that way.. maybe the journey is the destination..

two hand thumbs, on backpack straps

straps resting on the tiring shoulders;

shoulders of the hero, always strained;

strained on the unsaid morals of world.

world of unsaid paths to traverse ahead;

ahead of all mortals, carving like a guide;

guide for the next, guide for the roads;

roads in the middle of no land, no rains.

rains that trip the eye lids, forcing revert;

revert of a mind, worst of nature’s alert;

alert as he may be, the fallacies possess;

possess him to break the intransigence.

intransigence, that is the hero’s crime;

crime of the character, the self’s form;

form, that is unyielding to the signs;

signs of the opposition, cardinal sins;

sins he loathes, eggs himself to race;

race on the terrains closing the eyes;

eyes closed, show him the pleasant life;

life which can bend to his will, no strife.

strife, he embraces for those reasons;

reasons the heart knows, only it knows;

knows that the way is dusty, lone pain;

pain of aloofness, only misery to gain.

gain of the journey, the hero’s strength;

strength , second only to a future mirth;

mirth, the mortals will never be blessed;

blessed is he and just a journey in silence.