Roads
Crooked and deceitful are my walks
and roads of life. As I step my foot onto
the concrete of these roads, my mind starts
to spin and my eyes wander at where I am.
The wanderin of my mind and eyes, grow and
grow, in which, I have no clue on what road they
are leading me to.
Walking on these roads for days and days, years
and years, in suffering and torture, I look at no
other path. There are many other roads through this
journey; I guess I'm too weak to go through them.
I must go through along this journey of life; for if I
don't I will continue on falling and falling down on
those evil twines and rocks along the path that I am
walking on.
I see a clean, clear, bright, and shining path along my way,
and suddenly I stop in my footsteps. I look at the
ground that I am standing on, with my feet bare and bleeding,
and I turn my eyes across the way to look at that
glorious path. My eyes burn a little because they are not
used to light but only darkness. I hope that maybe one day
I might step across the road to that other path, and walk on
that velvety grass with the glorious shining rays of the sunlight of hope.
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