Each day is one step further on a path that leads to our uncertain future. Behind is left a small imprint, or impression of where we have been and what we have done. Trees line the way and shield us from the light of day, as it shines too bright for our eyes to bare. We wander through the forest of life, searching for the answers. With dragging feet we stumble through life as lifeless tiny dancers. Although the path is laid out clear before us and the trees are perfectly still, everyone at one point or another forgets how it is to feel. Living in a world of black and white, we stay upon the glimmering road. We all are searching for a way to escape this clay fit mold. Each step taken is one more glance into the narrowing scene, and if we look hard enough we might see who we will be. But, as I walk fear becomes me and the sky is no longer clear. With each pace I take toward life the water soon consumes me. The road I saw was just an illusion and the realization has finally occurred. The path that seemed to lead to heaven is paved with the tears of the world. Drowning within the silence of the forest a scream cannot disturb. The grace and peace of life’s long journey is shattered within the mist. Black and white, the color lays dormant, and the trees whisper a rumbling hiss. Follow the road that is marked out and we will drown in our own self delusions. Or take a journey through the hidden paths and find the hidden truths, and sooner or later you may find that life’s secrets lie in you.
Beautiful.
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