The road

Walking through the roads,

Thoughts running through my head,

I wonder why I took this path,

A long time away.

 

I want to quit thinking,

And walk the path,

But my mind says otherwise,

All preoccupied.

 

I am not regretting it,

But questioning,

If I can still go on,

Maybe I can, maybe not.

 

I’ll know if I keep walking,

Giving it my best,

I’ll get to where I want,

And succeed.

 

So, I’ll keep going on,

’Cause I know,

The journey may be difficult,

But my destination is a satisfaction.

 

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