You seek a constant pace while wandering by foot. The road onwards never seems to end. The journey doesn't seem to tire your feet. Nature has its own need, one direction, one way- it's all written in the giant fact book. Nothing appears to be visual cause am delusional. Every molecule in this environment starts to fade with time. Believes are shattered and thousand mirrors are broken, yet I see no reality-no truth. Am living in an illusion- a fake reality of mind. The route I have chosen is the walk to an honor living I believe, but with every step you lose something near to your heart. Being stronger is not your destiny; it sweeps right in