#76 The road will stay when footsteps will have parted

There was not one but two roads to walk
One yours and the other one mine.
We met at a crossroad somewhere,
But we didn’t know where to go next.

There were four paths now
Which led nowhere sure,
Some places crowded,
Some for the two of us.

Without any words wasted
We just chose our ways.
To walk was the only option
Far away or closer left to be seen.

The road less taken was not for us,
We were humans in need of company
We stayed and footsteps became our guide
We had a long way to go, before we could rest.

The road is something we choose,
We create a way of our own in life.
One that might be far too long
But one that takes us home.

Of walking astray to far away lands
Explore what sights we could see
Without it we couldn’t have lived
It was in our own music that we were lost.

But tired we became, after a long time
Of worrying what would come
Being wary of togetherness;
It was long journey that we had taken.

Still we continued on the road
For it was the way of life we had known,
A painted wall in a way of living
But a wall to stop our growth.

A crossroad can also break
The things that it brought together,
While some separations are sweet
This ended in bitter memories.

There was a change this time,
We took two roads to different directions
We would have to walk alone again
To find our homes that we had left.


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