If I stop now,
I’ll have come here for nothing;
If I carry on,
I will be destroyed
/
And never see where ends the road
Which I was never meant to follow
Yet, I chose to, and I’m standing
By my choice;
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Doubt and fear can halt me
For a moment only,
When, reflected in the mirror,
I see someone’s changing eyes,
/
Eyes that beg that I turn back,
While also pleading I continue
Walking on until the end,
Be it this of the road or mine;
/
It is easy to have courage
For an hour,
To speak beautifully, hope bravely
And dream of a big challenge;
/
It is harder to remain
Where and when illusions leave you:
On the side of an endless road
On a stormy day;
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If I turn back,
I’ll have come here for nothing,
If I keep on waking,
I’ll be destroyed;
/
I look back and I look forward
Every day as I keep making
Little steps away from the chance
Of returning home
/
Because I must see the end
Of this long road
To know the reason why
It had to be walked
We all wonder about the journeys we begin…you present those emotions well.
Thank you! Doubt… every step of the way, a hard an useless burden to carry.