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.