Life points ahead, but turns unseen
Lead us through fields we’ve never been.
We chase the dreams, bright maps unfold,
But roads grow rough, and hearts grow cold.
Each path we tread, a chance we miss,
The winding way, life’s hit-and-miss.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 9:48 AM UTC
Life points ahead, but turns unseen
Lead us through fields we’ve never been.
We chase the dreams, bright maps unfold,
But roads grow rough, and hearts grow cold.
Each path we tread, a chance we miss,
The winding way, life’s hit-and-miss.
