If only I could breath


I keep running and running
Till I am out of breath
I wish I could stop
But there is no time to rest
Life is a journey and
Destination is death
There is no end to this,
endless quest
Karma is the result
Deeds are the test
Where should I go?
What do you suggest?
Settle down forever
Or live like a guest
What is the plan?
And on whose behest?
I wish I could;
rest for a while
And look for a nest.

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I wrote this poem when I was so emotionally tired and didn't wanted to go on with my life. I wondered if I only lived here as a guest, things wouldn't be this harder to cope with.