Long road...

Mazandaran, Iran - Sep. 28, 2006
Photo: A. Sattari

We were all born some time on this road
Each on it's own spot
Wow, what a long road!
Some parts of it rough
Some smooth
Some warm
Some cold
Some mild
Some stormy
Some calm

We MUST all pass the road
Whether flat or steep
Whether curly or straight
Whether exhausted or fresh
We shall all run
But the one who talks will lose the opportunity to pass

We shall not talk
We shall not show

We shall just move
No matter there's a shadow under the hot sun
Or there's a shelter under the cold rain
We are sentenced to move
Even if tumbling
Even if falling

And if there's a valley in front which is the only way to pass
We shall close our eyes
And consciously start to fall
It's just this way our unused wings could be released and we would learn how to fly.

Date: Aug. 15, 2009
Composed in: Gävle