Post by forgetme on Mar 13, 2014 8:32:00 GMT -5
The road to solitude is bumpy.
Filled with misshaped rocks.
Some are smooth and round,
While others are jagged and jaded.
Walking on the road is a challenge.
Not knowing what lies ahead,
Yet not wanting to turn back.
Some venture on,
Some turn back,
Some just stop.
They find a mixture of smooth and rough rocks.
The believe it's the best they'll get.
Afraid of the possible pain that lays ahead,
Afraid of the pain they left behind.
Those who have chosen to stop,
Face the pain of curiosity.
The paradox of optimism and pessimism,
Battle and conquer their energy.
Whether they continue on, stop, or go back,
Anyone on the road of solitude,
faces infinite horrors of their own mind.
Filled with misshaped rocks.
Some are smooth and round,
While others are jagged and jaded.
Walking on the road is a challenge.
Not knowing what lies ahead,
Yet not wanting to turn back.
Some venture on,
Some turn back,
Some just stop.
They find a mixture of smooth and rough rocks.
The believe it's the best they'll get.
Afraid of the possible pain that lays ahead,
Afraid of the pain they left behind.
Those who have chosen to stop,
Face the pain of curiosity.
The paradox of optimism and pessimism,
Battle and conquer their energy.
Whether they continue on, stop, or go back,
Anyone on the road of solitude,
faces infinite horrors of their own mind.