Life is a jaunty journey to the oblivion,
A blind mapper's origami ornamenting scenes,
That shadow the scenes to come
On a road misted with malingering memories.
No driver can drive with eyes on the horizon,
Nor with eyes behind, but only
At the piece of road, just ahead.
With you there are travellers on warm chairs,
Broken chairs, new chairs, wise chairs,
And those that pass by, waving, floating,
Sitting, dreaming or pleading a lift...
Segments of sentimental seas embrace the road,
Clouds cast patchy rains of epiphany,
The sun and moon smile and cry mockingly...
And yet you travel forwards and never backwards,
To a destination mapped by your origami...
Until you realize....everything starts
And ends-

Where you began.