I Am Going To Be Pickle

Hello darling, you are so fascinating We are going as the winds go We are floating and flowing as waters flow We get delight as the sunlight Nothing complicated, everything is satisfying But life has twists and turns As No rivers flow straight or roads run Where as life is as diverse as wander land Which road to chose and which one is not More problem we don't know what is our destination. We are walking blind folded in a forest deep When one leaves one's hand, we don't know until we reach the fence or ended up the walking Or reach the shore and wake up from the dream In one very fine morning, with my own astonishment I can not find your so long supporting hand Is it real or dream? and I pinch my skin And cry out in bewilderment, I am in the new world It is another man's hand, I can not prevent My heart, my mind and my psyche mutually want That hand to ride on, why and what's for The questions go on, but I don't know How to prevent! Please pardon me, I am going to be a pickle!