It’s Dark Ahead,
The Road stretches on,
Led by a monotonous march,
To a red horizon;
And to know you have to go on,
No matter what.
The path is dry and simple,
And yet it looks hard,
An unguided journey,
But a mastered one nonetheless;
It’s just the way of things,
Un-knowing and relentless.
Visionless, without dreams, without wishes.
No hope, none whatsoever.
A harsh symphony,
From a forsaken column,
Plays along with the road,
It’s really a display,
For the masters,
A game, one not joyous to all,
With rules untold,
Violation enlightens as and when,
Where nobody wins,
And a few loose,
Not that unpredictable.
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