I'm afraid to take a step.
I didn't think I could walk this far.
The road was so clear before.
It had its wear and tear.
I walked through the thorns.
A smile on my face.
Tears springing in my eyes.
I've tripped.
I've stumbled.
I've fallen.
I've gotten back up.
I have to continue walking.
But I don't know where I'm going.
The road is covered by a fog.
I'm too scared to move forward.
I can't see the road.
I'm afraid that I will arrive at the end.
What lays at the end of the road?
Will it be what I've always wanted?
Or everything I've always feared?
Am I walking the path of enlightenment?
Or am I stumbling down the road of self fulfilling prophecies?
I can't see the road.
I want someone to hold my hand as I walk.
But I am a lone traveler,
on a road I can't see.