As It Moves On

As the Junket moves,
I travel Fissures and I see grooves.
I see People come and go, some like me and some wee,
I keep calm, whether they are hot or warm.

My siblings and my peers, smile at me for heirs,
all of them come and go for only theirs.
Sometimes, I ponder, who is for me, and who I am for?
Half of life is over and half is left over.
Those who were for me are almost over.

What I do with my contrivance, no one bothers, none dares.
My journey is consumed in solitude and despair.
I am curious to know if all journeys are the same,
people simply come and go wane?

I hope the rest to relish with fervor,
Till breath bells, I admire this pleasure.
Thanks to the absolute for whatever I got,
Seeking bliss for neutrality in this Dicy juggernaut.