This breathing thing
is

A journey to many beginnings
With no ending

A walk
To endless sky

A marathon
With no finish line

A dance
To medley of tunes going round-and-round and on-and-on

A song
With no refrain

A quest
To cascading pursuits

A hike
With no peak awaits

A dive
To bottomless sea

A reign
With no crown

A cry
To desperation of another feet

A day
With no clock

When time rules

Where truth stuns time

When chasing of uneven hands stops

in beloved arms.

And the world stood still.