everyone has a way with words

by regressada

To some of us the shortest distance is a line,
          no detours, 
                          no curves, 
                                          no mystery.

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