Trails of my existence

Nowhere to be seen
The trails
Of my presence
It’s of no use
To search through
Routines of my existence

All the efforts
In place
Those timely reminders
The change required
The work needed
What we all can do
Through these labyrinths
Of time and space

Only I distribute
What I see, or hear,
Few words
Of wisdom and reference
For some to read,
For some to comment
For some to ignore

But there remains,
The fire
For some
In silence,
As the voices
Turn into echoes
As spring blooms
In their hearts and minds

Without fear and prejudice
As the journey begins
To set ablaze
The landscape of our place
For our tomorrow,
As we chase the moon
Through trails of progression!



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