The road that twists and turns Is looking straighter Wider It is like I am seeing it for the first time through the lens of a photographer. I see potential in the road not taken In the curves that lead to that final destination (does that even exist?) Call me foolish but I will walk it Until my feet blister and bleed.
Well, I am here now Somewhere at a pit stop, breathing, waiting, Finding comfort in the lesser understanding of why I am here, impatiently gazing at the stars; Someday, I hope they will answer me And sometimes I think they have trouble hearing Or perhaps they are watching, calling me foolish too, knowing they cannot do much but judge the road I am walking.
It does not matter to me anymore, What the stars have to say about the places I've stayed, About the long restless nights when I stayed up and prayed. I will no longer meet with scrutiny, I will no longer walk my path with uncertainty, I have tried and I have lived, and that matters more to me.
I fear that I cannot turn back, and even if I could it would not matter, It is not worth going backwards for the sake of finding comfort. Comfort in what I already know, comfort in what I have already seen The sun is out now and it is shining, I know this is where I should be. Moving forward, persisting, walking aimlessly toward what terrifies me; The unknown, it awaits me somewhere in the distance, I only keep moving because they tell me it is worth it.
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