A walk somewhere.

a poem

The not-yet-walked path was harder to start on

but some must have walked on those.

the glory to win is more but the path is for the strong

Or for the people who know they have miles to go to achieve

Or maybe nothing they can get

Still, they walk, maybe to enjoy their way to the Faith.

what do you walk for then?

I must ask.

A thrill or the treasure at the end?

Less is not happiness or

being happy proportional to money?

The start was harder

But you dared to start

You walked for treasure

Now you think you are greedy

I must tell you are not

having life a little perfect,

that we hope

but asking for it feels greedy

why?

For the treasure

at the end of the tunnel

I guess.

when they reach and open

the pandora box

Some get gold,

Some get medicines

Some have responsibilities

Some have sins

And some have happiness

We don't get the all

But we get the tiny some

from all of it.