I walked through the land of swaying trees
Of destination I’m not sure
Every passing tree gave way to another tree
I let loose myself on a walking spree

Every forward step made me hear of my coarseness
Every yard made me loose my convictions
Every vision made me think of my revisions
Every fall of leaf reminded of the dead

My relations my friends end as passing trees
My memories too end one day
‘My self’ too will end
End as all things end as things I ended