I wander


Each path is dazzlingly ordinary

My mind

Like a city sprawled before me

Round and round, expanding and Growing

And here I remain

Not even knowing

Who, which, or why …

I wonder

Which path to take; yet

Here I am — on a path already

Is it what I want—? Is it … what I need?

I wander still

And continue to wander until —

But nothing happens

And I return to the start

And start from the end.

I wander

Kainaz Mehta