Life is fickle

A long road to walk
Through light and dark
Through hot and cold
Through thorns and grass

I hold hands of my comrades
Yet I am always alone
Hands I hold might slip away
Life might turn into ash and bone

Sunny days of endless joy
Starry nights of boundless calm
And yet, here I cannot stay
I have to go on, I must roam

What do I seek?
Where am I headed?
Why do I go on?
I fear the dark
I fear what it might hold
Yet, I walk into it
And pretend to be bold

I keep walking ceaselessly
Though at any moment I may fall
I count my steps, pile up miles
Though it may add up to nothing at all

I jump over the stones, walk around the ditches
Avoid every risk, trying not to stumble
So that I may reach safely
But the destination itself is a gamble.

(I dont remember when I originally wrote this or why - I just found it a few days ago)