Walking all alone

There is nothing to do, nothing to say;
I am walking on my way.
There is nothing to hide, nothing to show;
I am walking all alone.

There was a time, in some place;
I was running, my life was a race.
The finishing point of one race;
Was the starting point of another race.
I left everything, left the race;
Life is still moving, but without any pace.

It was my passion or my protection;
Somehow I was moving towards perfection.
I earned gold, earned recognition;
And they were my source of satisfaction.
But with my true self I had no interaction,
So, left everything for the independence.

People call me fool, they call me moron;
Strangely, the same people don’t matter anymore.
Nothing to love, nothing to hate;
Gave my life in the hands of fate.
No target, no aim, no shame, no glory;
Ahh! That’s me! That’s me!

Wind is touching my face;
I walk from place to place.
Sometimes I skip dinner, sometimes lunch;
I love this so much.
No place to go, nowhere to reach;
I am just walking and have nothing to preach.

There is nothing to do, nothing to say;
I am walking on my way.
There is nothing to hide, nothing to show;
I am walking all alone.

PS:- Dedicated to a friend of mine.

_jasdeep Mandia