Ought to stop now.
Come so far from started.
Houses of town look minuscule,
Reminding the landscape, I sketched.
Way ahead is tough.
Thorns and stones on the walk.
And I hardly know my destination,
For the trip has no reason in particular.
Ought to stop now,
To re turn,
To re think,
To re gain courage,
For another travel.
The travel, more prevailing for the rough roads,
And tough decisions.
That can crush thorns,
And thrust stones.
Meanwhile,
Ought to stop.
