A JOURNEY

A friend or a foe,
I do not know,
They say no more,
And it is hard to let go.

I have nowhere to go,
Like a road blocked by snow,
My boat I cannot row,
In this turbulent flow.

Suddenly I felt the wind blow,
Like it is wants to let me know,
That like the seasons come and go,
It's the same with friends and foes.

God alone knows,
What this mysterious life has in store,
So I do not want to think anymore,
As this pain has still to go.