everyone has a way with words
To some of us the shortest distance is a line,
We travel the path to reach the end,
hoping to be greeted by success.
But what a pathetic reunion in turn it is,
when we feel avoided by a true happiness.
If only we would stop,
That our end should be to travel the path,
leaving success in his cell.
And on this path we will meet a long lost sister,
and realize it was us who avoided happiness.
-an accountant’s way