Dreams and reality
Like
Two parallel lines
Never meet.
Earth and sky
Appear to meet
At horizon
But they
Actually never meet.
Some lives are like that
Two travellers
Like two soul-mates
Together they walk
For a while
To a distance
Then
At a blind turning point
Tracks are changed
And two separate
Never to meet again
With
No more curves
Or turning point
In life.
