Leaves of My Tree

I am not a poet, I cannot see something in nothing. I am not a lyricist, I cannot make you feel through my songs. I am not an author, I do not write pages about ages. I may not see beauty in the moon, But I can reflect her. I may not word my feelings soon, But I can hear yours. I am a stenographer Blessed with the art to scribble the feelings of your heart. ( A poem written when I was in school. I found it recently while cleaning my room!)

Its a lonely path, I tread alone To walk all the way all alone I don't know where to go, I can't stop going I don't know what to do, I can't stop doing No stones, no thorns, nothing to peirce not even horns, The path is free, and so I am bound. I wonder why I fear, no boulder is near. I have walked all the way And reached new places every day. I can trow, drag, walk even run But is it possible to reach the horizon? Freedom binds reasoned minds Path determined; distance reminds.