A thousand miles didn't start with a step
but a mastered thought.

Created and planned,
then carefully implemented.

But none of that mattered
when the last step was taken
And all the eyes blicken.

Singing and praising voices,
some sentimental and genuine.

Others were noises to the ears,
full of pain and vain.

Glances from corner to corner,
loves and hugs all in order.

With no clue of any single mile,
some of them could still smile.

The warmth was wild and always will be,
with the so called fate sealed,
I need not a plea.

And as people chant as birds and laugh as lads,
it gets easier to learn lessons,
read minds and understand humans.