Wayfarer

Sculpted the route that lead ahead
Even I scurried to carry....
I lost the shadows of that forerunner
But nobody passed that way this second
Why my eyes lie?
The pageant's echo raised those questions of time
That existed ages back here
But it haunts all of mine
Where can I get a hold of you!!
And the journey to the road of life
Still it goes for my woes
Every trouble within this time provoked me to die....
I can't quite the work of words..!
And you are not the intended being,
So it reappears where I began.....