I wish to go back beyond my perceptions

I  hope for chances beyond my comprehensions.

I travel  with my backpack,

As if,

 I may have still something to rewrite everyday.

They say,

Only those who wish to go back

will be there in the past

When one reach  there.

And those who wish to run the race will be lost

Somewhere along the borders of infinity.

I am ready even now

with the falling old leaves all  over my trunk of life,

Further to search and find,

Hide and seek with the time.

Perhaps  one day I would disappear

Into oblivion,

Fully melt and correctly measured

As per the rules of the universe.