Wandering still

Some questions should not be asked,

Without a masquerade, they are masked.

Footsteps cannot be counted when the road goes long,

There’s always something good behind every wrong.


Voices need not be loud, just a whisper’s enough,

All paths not smooth some needs to be rough.

Fall as much as you can so you learn to rise,

They say wise doesn’t commit mistake; is he really wise 


A tale just need words to spread, need not to be real,

Dreams are not dreamt; from running time you need to steal.

Be like water standing still or one that flows through hills,

It’s not the bravery, but yes the cowardly definitely kills.