Of Incertitudes...

Each time I play the game
Its never the same.
Along a curvy maze
I leave the trail ablaze.


When I know not whats round the bend,
Oodles it does does to the mystery lend.
Vague is the trend
Every second with the unknown I fend.

Along the winding track I rip
Hoping not to lose the grip
Whatever comes I shall take it on
Shall brave it all without a moan

To overdrive I move over
With only intuitions I manoeuvre.
Only a sixth sense within knows
It understands before the path unfolds.
Sheer guts to zip on
The fear of death is long gone.

But I know this wont last for ever.
I may make it or I may never.
For one of these bends
Could after all be the end.

But then... whose is the finish ?
Is the question I relish.

The soul in a haze and a mind lost in a maze.

The stranger you got to know.
And again someday will be a buddy estranged
I am another face that fades in the crowded streets
Streets of memories of people u know

Our relationship is like the lens
That blurs and refocusses.
When the haze clears.
Think of me
And I will appear

That does not mean I was gone
It only means
You were not looking.