The Road That Lies Before

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I have read somewhere that endings are better than beginnings
I have never been able to understand it wholly.
So here I stand ruminating on those memories,our humble beginnings,
That stings over and over thinking,Alas!was it all a folly?

Those days dragged along,
And the tears wouldnt dry;
Pain tagged along,
All my smiles were a lie.

"This story is a fairytale,It can't end."...They said,
"Whatever happened to happily ever afters? "
"This story is only a fairy-tale, It has to end!"I said,
"Only..It ended long before 'ever afters'."

We walked those stones of charcoal that burned bright.
Like those men of ancient that amused crowds under such plight.
To say we amused the world too, would it be right?
I'm not sure, to judge have I might.

Staring out the window of a moving bus he reminisced possibilities we ignored ,
Staring out a barred window in this forbidden land,I did the same.
All we could have been brought a sigh to our lips in accord,
The same brought tears to my eyes that flowed ,void of aim.

"Shall we try and taste what it's like to be on our own?"
Should have sounded tempting to one that craved independence.
Why it didn't feel that way is something I have long pondered upon.
For it brought me sorrow that I silently carry in pretence.

I have heard that the same wheelchair that a lame man is bound to,
Is the same that makes him his own master.
And the same man that I found myself dangerously attached to,
Must have been the one that helped me pull myself together.

Yet we found ourselves facing each other's demons.
A truth thats brutal as such,is that we all have our demons.