Even in a fading scenery

the unchanging truth keeps shining

people come and go meet and part

believing they can go anywhere while standing here

I gaze at a beautiful one carrying the feeling of a traveler

I try to slip away from the words I always use

yet find myself saying again

I see or that is hard

It is like a notebook I once bought

opened only in the first few pages

then left untouched

 in the pile