Garment of life

Untouched by dilemma of wrong or right
Swayed by my vague desires...
I lay my dreams on path of life..
Like stepping stones
Crossing one by one each time.
Labyrinth of thoughts...
controlling powerless me
Sometimes i try hard to resist
Sometimes i give in.
Wondering what rules the life.
The only door as rescue at tbe end of this puzzle is death
Where no questions will be pending..
Like a jigsaw , each piece has no meaning.
Time only knows intricate weave of each incident..
As i go higher could see the picture of life.so clear
Good and bad  woven together like reversible fabric..
Think not much..
Keeping each step..
To the end of puzzle....
Where another garment of life awaits..
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