Mirage of the Soul

Where are we going?
Not you and I.
This journey is mine,
And also for the other me.
Where are we going
If no path is drawn apart?
Where are we holding down
If there is no anchor on ground?
Where are we going?
If we see no bend or no end.
When lost in the stories
That turn unread pages read.

Scale the screens,
Beyond the serene greens,
Across magical oceans,
Besides mythical mountains.

If the mirage is ahead,
And to my eyes respite,
what harm in the comfort?
Afterall, our journey is only mine!
And regardless, maybe one will be left behind.
As one stays back content,
The other moves ahead in dissent
Perhaps the soul was right,
There are pastures for every one of us in us.