The Journey

Walking down the well trodden road,
I realised I was not alone.
Yet there was no company
As my journey had started alone.
A question seemed to pass by me,
"Will the destination be alone?"
People passed by me
Into the unknown future space.
I continued my journey.
Still wondering and gazing
At the sky.
First, the green canopy
Then, the cotton clouds,
Shrouded the pristine blue.
Was that my destiny?
I continued my journey.
There stood a majestic mirror.
Aged, proud and dirty,
I stood in front of it.
My world faced me.
I dusted the smooth surface,
And there was Reality.
The much sought Truth.
I had brought the wrong map.