The Roads

I am standing still, Here, this is the road where we meet, Yes, the same road you are now at We may use the same roads, the same roads, But we may go to the different destinations, Maybe, if we ahead to the same place, We may reach by the different ways, So time is plenty for some, may not so for thee, And if our foot reached us at the same place, Our different purposes separate us still, As life has a lot of transitory Where do we want to go next, The same roads, we use, perhaps a short cut? , The choices are standing in front of us, am I right? Sometimes we make a plan, But situation manage the road While the road is leading us, Though the plan meant to be different From a place to another place, To where you will go, Go, though time send you late, As long as the destination is reached Or the purpose is achieved Its okay, Its okay...The plan is just a plan But we achieve what we want to achieve, Regret is never a good plan, so leave Dont look at others my dear As we may use the same road But we head to the different destination And we reached by what we use And remember the journey we take, Has different meaning and goals The roads mature us with interuption of situations So in life, your path is your own Though we are not alone in the same road.