Stop to dusk

Today I realized that again I have traveled to and through parts I never could interpret or believe I could.
For nothing was planned 
Just a moment spent living life
As given
As been
Thought to me
A continuous endeavour
Thinking not stopping
No
Yet stupidity showed up
But change also with experiences became a gem to my norm what a visit
To enjoy.....wondering what the fuck is the purpose of all this 
But my aloneness did no whisper to my loneliness as sad how lucky I am
Yet tomorrow I may walk carrying bags on my shoulders 
Thinking .... knowing no where to go or live except at the stop call Death.