Poem: Road Walk

Walking the streets that has no name.

Seeing the faces that only makes you smile.

Looking at memories that sometimes hurt.

Wondering where the time has gone.

Thinking am I still same, or can it become a brand new me.

The streets keep talking, but now you are no longer listening.

The roads are telling a path that leads to no success.

Yet, you keep going and hoping that the dreams of the valley are still there.

That the end is not far and that the journey will be worth the walk.

The faces start becoming less familiar and the city starts to fade.

You are walking into the unknown and you love every minute of it.

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