Thursday, December 17, 2009

A Journey before The Journey

The clouds above,
How they flow-
Faster than the
Road below.

A New Land,or Home-
Where to be?
Differences are
All just the same to me.

Catching a drop of fire
In my bare hands
My faithful mirror
The lines in the Sands.

Two wheels, two feet
A never-ending journey.
A view, all new
Life be my victory.