The Tracks of Life

 I stare at these tracks,

Sometimes straight, sometimes bending.

Ever moving,

Never ending.

 

They go on,

As far as your eyes can look.

Representing a world full of hope,

Just as if,

Out of some sermon book.

 

Monotonous yet unique,

They signify the beauty of life.

They tell us to move on,

And never to leave anything mid-strife.

 

These tracks stay close,

Without each other they are useless.

Also, they maintain a fixed distance,

Too much closeness can be ruthless.

 

I still stare at the tracks,

And i wonder...

How petty things can give us a lesson.

How two tracks become THE Teachers for life.

I know, sooner or later; I'll get the answer,

But, I still wonder...