Life is a endless winding road,
with many turns,
dead ends,
and forks.
The path cannot be seen,
only followed.
The follower is alone some times,
or accompanied by others,
treading the same path.
But the only certainty,
the only constant,
is the path will end.
It does not matter how much we want it to,
it does not matter how we try,
how long we prolong it,
we will meet our end.
Always.