My life

My life is like this thermocole;
every now and then its compressed grain
being de-fragmented from its original location.

My life is like a tree;
every now and then the pieces of life like a leaf
falling away from its place.

My life is like a chalk;
the more I learn from it the more
I shed myself.

My life is like this ink, running always,
imprinting my life upon
the places I go.

My life is like the time; always
going ahead, never getting the chance to
look back in life.