The road felt like a maze,
Not knowing the destination.
Taking wrong ways,
That crumbled midway.
I joined a rally,
They felt sure of the way.
A place reached,
Few faces grew bright.
Not felt right I resumed
Seen some doing same
Some stayed behind -
Faces dim
Will I reach it
Before my ride gives away?
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
The road felt like a maze,
Not knowing the destination.
Taking wrong ways,
That crumbled midway.
I joined a rally,
They felt sure of the way.
A place reached,
Few faces grew bright.
Not felt right I resumed
Seen some doing same
Some stayed behind -
Faces dim
Will I reach it
Before my ride gives away?