I finally went toward a dark path,
praying and wishing for the best aftermath.
Queer roads were uneven and damp.
Hesitantly, I walked further with my old lamp.
Rotten wheats, grains and corns.
Spooky twigs, flowers have thorns.
Flocks of wise raven and flesh-eating vultures.
Oh God, there are many more scary creatures!
My moisten eyes roamed around the darkness,
blaming myself for being so reckless.
There is no turning back, I thought helplessly.
This was my choice, to chose this interary.
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I wrote this randomly after seeing the word itenerary on the dictionary. lol
04-09-15
