There is a road nearby
That exists but is not shown.
A road where anything can happen,
Where it could guide you or kill you.
A place so familiar
Yet so mysterious.
Lined with unknown trees
And beaten lampposts.
Where the land is level on one side
And unhindered on the other.
A place offering no shelter in the scorching sun
And none for the nighttime gusts.
It's not too far from the main path
But to avoid it is impossible
For it links you to prosperity, to opportunity.
Not for the skittish
Or the weak-hearted,
Many pass through it
Yet few dare to walk through it.
A road with cracked concrete
And unkempt gaps.
So silent the winds resemble howls
And you walk only with your will.
This is the road, your only road,
And without it you'll get nowhere.
A link to progress
Through a path of fear.
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Split Sides
PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry