The road that lies ahead in our minds

is often bright and shining

 

To others, it's dark and gloomy

and every sunrise is a dread

 

Caught in the middle, I'm paralyzed

between fear and hope

 

What do I do? Where do I go?

The choices and mistakes are all mine to make

 

Staring fearfully at the glowing sunrise

The thought came to me in a whisper

 

The road ahead does not exist;

it lives only in our minds

 

What we do, where we go

is not all set in stone

 

There is no road paved ahead for us

it's all just untouched earth

 

Every minute, every second, every day

we pave it with each step

 

Sometimes it cracks

other times is holds strong

 

At times it will seem foggy

and others it will be clear as day

 

But the road ahead is just an illusion;

a figment of your imagination

 

Your future does not exist yet.

 

And that is the most comforting thing of all.