Round Trip Ticket

ROUND TRIP TICKET by JOHN M. ARRIBAS The light appears, the march begins Pathways strewn with virtues and sins Fate points a finger at whom he chooses Everyone wins, no body loses Something for uses, lame excuses Nobody wins, every one loses Light is fading, running out of time Voyage over, it’s the end of the line Short excursion, for some, a short stay Cost: everything, all passengers must pay A new light appears, new march begins Things become nothing. Nothing is things Enter with nothing, for all, it’s the same There’s no winner in this unending game