I walk down this lonely road,
In my hometown that was untold
I can smell the oil and octane
Burning tires and prophecies to blame.
Take the road less traveled
Take the barbed wires we unraveled.
Take a chance to move
Take all of it to prove.
We made up our minds
With petty gestures and lies
The words that used to lure you
Unpolished like an unsaturated hue.
Leave it all behind
You'll find a way
Stand and walk
No matter what they say.
To this road
That was untold
I walk alone
Until it breaks my bone.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
