π‘΄π’š π‘³π’†π’‚π’“π’π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’”… π‘Ίπ’•π’‚π’“π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‹π’π’–π’“π’π’†π’š 𝒕𝒐 π’Šπ’π’‡π’Šπ’π’Šπ’•π’š & π’ƒπ’†π’šπ’π’π’…

One path… one journey
In the comfort of walking
Do we see the irony?

As relaxed as I find myself… tuned up to my own song
Stations after stations passed, which train did I belong!

The journey showed me mountains & beds of flowers,
They were the co-passengers, not the success towers

Naive I could be, not knowing the real aim
Did i bother to gather rules, when I started this game?

Who was playing against me & in what capacity
While cherishing the fun, how could I leave it to the almighty?

When you lose control, somebody takes the charge
We write our destiny, how could I let others barge?

Set goals, find paths, seek guidance… if that was tendency
The learning thereby was, avoiding that dependency!

If you want to grow… leave the shadow of big tree
Be ready to take the sun, the wind & set yourself free!

— Vinda