Everything Ends On Stop

The roads are deserted,

which to choose from them.

All are the same to me,

who will guide me through them.

The way butterflies flew,

I followed them through the path.

They stopped near flowers, plants,

I stopped with them.

At last I saw a house on the road,

Thought I can take some rest.

When I went inside and closed my eyes,

Everything became useless.

So if you choose a path,

Don't stop and keep moving forward.