Beginning or End

At every bend
it seems
the world comes to an end.
And, then
begins all over again
on a different plain.

moving from bend to bend
feet accustomed
to foreign earth
adapting, adopting
and imbibing
new fragrances
some sweet
some stale,
each carrying a tale.

when the end begins
or the beginning ends
there is a lull-
the circle of logic
temporarily suspended.
and, there creeps in
an uneven dream
or a fantasy,
if you will!
shaking off
the spoke in the wheel
and steal
a step
a single step
moving away
from beginning or end
towards the eternity
infinite.