My life is the journey.
My own way to go.
I look into the image, the place that I called home.
The journey I must take.
I have to take it slow.
I sit and wait for someone to help me.
But I must go alone.
You have your journey and I have mine.
Two roads two paths two people stuck and scared which road to take.
You go right and I go left, not knowing what’s ahead of us.
And yet we both start at the same time, We both have different ends.
