By S M   

Walking down this road,
Full with dwindling thoughts..
Having no idea of the purpose of my existence..
As if I am here to just measure my distance.
But somehow this road turns out to be beautiful ..
With every footprint I leave behind,
Realising it is purposely designed..
I stand here still,
Not knowing what may come.
But that is how life is supposed to be.
Full of surprises and unsolved mysteries..
With every stumbling rock I pass,
Be it a hill or just a long walk on the yellow grass.
One day I'll reach that step.
When I can say I am proud of myself.

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