I find myself on that road polished with the tarmac of uncertainties.

On the road that has its end buried 

In thick gloom.

Still I choose to keep walking.



That same thought is fueling 

My motion–

 "anyhow it turns out,

This or that,

I shall see!"



I seek a goodbye

For where I am headed

Is into the deepest unknown!

So wave me now 

before my back takes me cover.