Yet, it;s another birthday,
It feels I have walked a long road…
Each day the same path repeats itself
Sometimes shaded on the left,
Sometimes lit brightly on the right.
My journey ends where illuminated nights
Fade into the extinction of darkness.

Today, I feel weary, deeply worn.
The termites of despair gnaw my soul;
My back presses against walls of inequity.
A battered bird of memory flutters wings of separation.
There’s no turning back
Ahead lies an unknown city of evolution.

Along this road, I have seen horizons,
grief and desire braided together
a cursed union.
I’ve watched the sun play its games,
veiled behind storm clouds.

Time pauses in the fog of memory,
There is no solace,
A procession of farewells
Rushing toward me.
The morning bird’s song,
The rhythm of leaves falling at dusk
Were these the ties of this endless road?

Life feels like an unwritten poem,
Each line composed as we tread along.
Yet, it’s another birthday,
and at the end of this path,
An unveiled, mystical, unknown
A new horizon waits.