If life itself is a journey
And people the milestones.
Then why am I scared,
Of reaching my destination.
Is it because I might find
That no one stayed back for me,
And as I got off the chariot of life,
The terminus was empty.
The lights silent,
And darkness all around.
If life itself is a journey,
Then why am I afraid of my destination.
Of death.
Undated.
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