A lonesome ride

It’s easier to compare

Roads of travel

With journey of life

We move on

From a place to another

Up ahead

Or down below

In the map’s design…

Tackling harsh roads

To get to smoothly ones
We persist

Hope of joy

Nudging us through
Toughly rides

And tides of life

Yet we move

On Ahead

Up the roads




We branch out

Grow a beanstalk
From our little minds

To reach the vertical skies

From on the ground

Where we began

Our lonesome ride

Aiming all up

The cloudy prides

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