Everything can be full of rainbows one second
and the next, it can turn to dust.
That free dark and wide road screams at me,
Everyday and in my dreams.
I resist the turn as hard as it may be,
I can't promise
but, as long as I know the narrow road has something to offer at the end of my journey.
The pain and suffering to get there will be worth it
Every picture has a story and every story has a meaning.
I look at the pictures surrounding me and the story doesn't end,
Until the road ends.