The Open Road

The open road
that lies before me,
worn and weather-torn.
It stretches long and wide,
forever going,
never stopping,
until it
meets the sun
where it sets.
It must
take patience
to travel upon it,
to walk through
the rain,
and snow,
and sleet,
and wind.
It must be
much harder
to follow it,
when there are
straighter,
easier,
smoother, roads
--such as highways--
to take instead.
There is always
another path,
another road,
another way.
You just have to
find the right one.


where do these roads take you? || what's up with all these 'paths' and 'roads'?

thanks for reading. <3

xoxo,

Rose

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