The Long Road

No one talks about the grey in the world,

or how it always strays from black and white

The way it travels through thoughts like a breeze

How it’s blurry like a steam covered word

No one remembers those who dared to flee;

those who question motive and narrative

Even though running takes away your breath

Courage comes knowing when to turn your back

There’s nothing wrong with always turning left

So what all the others run a few laps?

In the end you may be the only friend

Others find their end due to stubbornness

The long road will always be their to bend

Just know, constantly exhibit kindness


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