Alone Yet United

I begin a lonely journey,

Full of turns and twists.

It seems all just a dusty path,

Building in me were the consequences of aftermath.

It was all an illusion, I realised; a bit too late,

Before I could undo the deciding of the fate.

Alone I stood, yet united with the thoughts that I carried,

Stepping towards the chronicles I was to make.

Counting the undemanding calls of the asks that varied;

I conclude, all converged to a significant learning;

A lesson to learn, a trial to pass.

Findings were all real, like a feather of the bird, winded in itself,

Holding on to a single main branch.