The road ahead


It’s all so confusing, yet clear

I can see clouds everywhere

But the sun is firing white, bright bullets through

It seems things have neither reached a crescendo nor do they lie threadbare

Many roads await me ahead, all unfamiliar alright

Having walked without a map thus far

I won’t hesitate to move further, either left or right

The path, may be full of roses or scattered with thorns, still looks out of sight

No matter how many miles, the distances were never intimidating

When the road finally commences again

It’s those teeny-weeny pebbles on the gravel path I hope I don’t start counting


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