The Never-ending Journey

When people look back at their lives,
they might have a tear or smile...
but when i look back at the past,
as far as the light lasts,
all i can see is nothing,
and just as i am turning,
i look back again at what is gone,
trying to search what was right or wrong,
but then again i see a blank slate,
and then i turn around and start walking straight...

i keep walking, and walking and still keep walking...
while walking i hear some people calling,
then to me there are people talking,
then also some who are mocking...
i stop for a while and watch them,
talk to them, and then move ahead...

some of them i can still hear as i move away,
but then i wasn't meant to stay...
no matter what emotions i feel at any stage,
life at its own favourite pace,
keeps walking without a pause,
and i find myself in this endless journey caught...

i want to be able to stay, feel the emotions,
talk to everyone person to person,
then like i am standing on a roller belt,
i can barely hear what you last said...
i willingly or unwillingly move forward,
till i feel that the most honest voice i heard,

and then for probably the last time,
to turn around i make up my mind,
but then again i see a blank slate,
and then i turn around and start walking straight...

i keep walking, and walking and still keep walking...