The Road By Dee Kay

The Road

By Dee Kay


 

The lonely roads always attracted his mind,

as he could play his memories in rewind.

The silence on those road had something about them,

the stories they told could be heard only by some.

The roads only few have traveled not for long,

yet people call them heroes and write their songs.

Everybody just talk about the destination they reach,

but it’s the journey that matters and has a lot more to teach.

The lonely roads were singing a different story,

his memories were gone that made him worry.

The road wasn’t leading anyone anywhere,

the destination were the mere results of the decision they share.

One has to walk this roads and live with the consequences of their choice,

they might not like it said their heart’s little voice.

But in the end everything falls in place,

only few understood that life isn’t a race.

The lonely roads were the journey to find himself again,

one has to walk the road through snow and rain.

By Dee Kay


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16 comments

  1. “Everybody just talk about the destination they reach, but it’s the journey that matters and has a lot more to teach.” Absolutely, if you don’t learn anything, then the journey becomes meaningless! Nicely said!

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