The Never-Ending Road
Over there,
an empty road.
No one there,
so I walk alone.
As I walk I grow sadder
I start to think,
that I ended up,
walking into a maze.
A maze with no walls.
It seems like a journey that would last forever,
but I won’t remain sad.
Because I know I just have to keep going,
and proudly walk on this never-ending road.
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