Friday, October 23, 2009

The Road

The road was long
twisted gnarly with the
roots of trees overgrown.
Rocks and rubble in my
way. I dodge the flying
objects coming at me from
every direction. Things
trip me up at every
turn. Barriers in my way.
I struggle, I fight, I fall
I get up. I keep it moving
or I die.

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