If the end is the same

Why you care for the journey so much,

Why you care of "making a mark".

And call them myopic who engrave their names on stone.

Stone or the minds of people, both will eventually fall apart.

You take up philanthropy, or

It's the weapons which intrigue you,

Anyway you get the same reward.

Who cares if atheist you are, or 

An ardent devotee

You are a mute witness of your transition back into the womb.

Go on, carry on with your nonsense.

Go shave your hair or watch porn,

Express how much you love her or detest the other guy.

Sometimes

Sometimes you lose out on the people in your life because you think you are not the one they knew. Time has changed and so have you. But their belief wasn't that fragile.

And sometimes it's okay to let past them without evincing like you used to and leave a subtle fainting smile. 

Because sometimes its fine to be an observer, just seeing as they are turning out to be, than to express yourself out in loud words. 

Yes, there's a pang 'cause they were the ones you could call your own.

But sometimes, it's good to let the river flow on its own, than to distribute it's tributaries beforehand.