The Smooth-Bumpy Journey

Smallest steps are one to wonder Always commencing the path of life Forming atoms, the book of maps, Determining your road of sight It’s a journey, not so kind One does start and never stops Unless the bell of death starts ringing Man will forever sleep not Constant ups and constant downs An unachievable envelope of gold And while townsfolk has seen it all Man has known it’s not one to be told Unpredictable events will unfold Some are stainless; others deeply stain A permanent reminder of turmoil And one only hopes for perfection in vain It’s a highway of red and green lights Some say stop and others say go Humans before and after undergo this trail But one can only wish that from the beginning of the mystery called life to the enigma named death the truth will always unfold