The road could be my friend.
The road could be my foe.
The road could be my salvation.
The road could be my damnation.
The road favors no one.
The road is oblivious to the woes of Man.
One step could be a new beginning.
One step could be the end of everything.
Perhaps it is both friend and foe...
Perhaps it is both salvation and damnation...
Perhaps it is both beginning and end...
Who can say?
Who can say for absolute certainty
That the road signifies anything at all?
The road is just simply there.
And... I suppose...
That is enough...
At least for now.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
