I walk it, day in and day out,
I go straight,
take a turn, and another,
and another, and another;
Every day it's a new turn,
every day it's a new path;
Every day I stop for some time,
time and again,
and look back to find
I am on the right path;
I kick some stones,
I topple over some,
and I crush some leaves,
and I leave them behind.
I walk it,
this path which seems unending,
but ends where it starts,
sometimes, ends before it starts,
and, it's never the same,
though, it has same turns,
has same leaves,
has same stones.