Walking on a path Encountering fellow travellers How far we go together is of no import It suffices that we wandered There are twists and turns You go left, another continues straight "Farewell, beloved" Maybe there is a terminus Or maybe---just maybe---there are more paths Travellers on yet another adventure Living the moment on an ever-lasting cycle What is the purpose of all this? Staring at the sunset Amazed by the beauty of the cosmic oneness We entertain thoughts that have no answers Laugh, cry, curse the gods for your ignorance You know that beauty is not rationalisable Reduce the vastness to reason if you seek an empty shell Why is beauty so readily recognisable yet undefinable?