I Walk the Road,

A road only I can walk.

The road of me.

I slip,
I fall,
but I get up,
I keep walking.

The only thing in this life.
To walk the lonely road.

Nobody knows,
their road ends.

If their road will be harsh,
If their road will be easy,
but it is the only thing we know

The only thing we are given.

Other roads intersects,
then never seen again.
A fading memory,

a dot on the line.

Slowly fading,
as the road edges near.

Must we keep walking our lonely roads?
Must I?
I?

I walk...

I walk...

step by step.

To find the end.

Of this lonely Road.