The silent road ahead of me
Silence holding the threat
Winds blowing menavolently,
And mist making me wet.
As the sunlight fades away
The dusk appears and the moon waxes
The lights above me dip and dim
And shadows on ground never fade.
As I glide, with my head down
I see my life in different shades
One persisting with innumerable bends,
One well-timed fortune tense
Neither I know nor my actions can predict
Which one of two paths my destiny may take.