Miles of asphalt stretch on, seemingly without an end
Up ahead the long, tiring road has a visible bend
The trees are lovely, tall, cool and green
But otherwise not a single soul to be seen
The wind in my hair, the cool breeze and fresh air
These are my companions for the road so bare
I wonder what lies at the mysterious other end
Will I dare to break away from this trend?
Time alone will tell whether i was right
To take a road not taken ... in hindsight!
I listened to my heart not to my head
There are thorns with petals on this chosen bed
I plod on... stoic that I am; a braveheart
With the unflinching support of my dear sweetheart
The means do matter as much as the end
There is no smooth highway without a bend
Life may be tougher but my choices are made
Never will I allow my happiness to be waylaid!
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