The Journey Not of Our making

This journey is not of our making,
We go in whichever direction the wind blows.

Before, everything felt like it was ours, but now
We feel like outsiders in our own home.

With time, the journey of the sands has lasted eons,
Who knows from where we come.

We keep going, to keep going is in the traveller’s fate,
We think of which bygone road we might’ve come from.