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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