The poem describes a man's journey through the difficulties of life, it give s a message that one should always be optimistic and never give up on their will to overcome any dire situation in the end.
I walk down the deserted path,
to reach my snowy winter
To be able to feel the cold upon my skin,
and my breath a little minter.
The path is full of cactuses,
but that doesn't mean I'll stop
I just keep walking with a will,
to concur what I sat out for.
Our mind is a funny thing,
we never know what it wants
Craves for the sun in cold,
and the same in draught it haunts.
Things keep popping in my mind
and I get lost sometimes
But there there was a path to travel,
to get what has always been mine.
The falcons keep circuling
my almost lifeless body to eat
But I kept walking
till there is power in my feet.
The grass might have been greener
from where I started fine
But I'm not going to settle
for anything less than heart-filled devine.
There might not be water to drink,
but there is blood in my body
I'll head towards the whiter place
through this path which is muddy.
I saw the path end,
with my hope still bright
I knew I'll be there,
but not without a fight.
The journey was a walking hell,
but I had the last laugh.
Maybe, in starting I was,
but never again, will I be afraid of the deserted path..