Changing

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

I know.

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.

The End

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