It’s not noble to tarnish nature with feeble decisions

When we cannot comprehend the meaning of silent prophecies

It’s not our prerogative to smear the facades with capricious dreams

We have digressed and chosen routes that lead to parched landscapes 

Missing the favoring streams of love and benevolence of sincere feelings

Travelers endeared themselves to the perceptions that are wayward

Unstable thoughts trigger the process of fission in the consciousness

Natural fortunes of the cosmos are waiting to be discovered  

Only if travelers were diligent and honest enough to stay on course

Everyone is alone in the crowd and clouds of uncertainty persist

Futile to curse the senses when nerve endings are numb from trauma©