Destination

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things

Walking the streets of Montmartre

When I was walking alone, I wished that I can reach the end of the road. 

But when you walked with me, I wished the road would never end 

because I would rather be lost with you 

than reach the end without you

And so it is

I am no bird 

and no net ensnares me 

I am a free human being with an independent will . . .