Slowly each step leading onwards,
Is it really onwards?
Backwards may seem more justified,
As this path I traveled countless times,
There have been soft roses to tread on,
Then no dearth of thorns too,
There have been more tears,
Laughters far and few,
There have been more sadness ,
Less and less of joy to see,
Despite my intentions not to return,
I come back time and again,
See more and more deterioration,
But then the question remains….
Why am I attracted towards the EARTH?
Like metals toward the MAGNET,
Where as being a Soul I am free and immortal,
With limitless spaces to reside in.
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Daily prompt : Magnet