Journey
I began my journey a long time agoI began to walk down a dark and lonely road.
I came to the cross roads, deciding to look ahead continuing my journey, not much left to be said.
I came upon a forrest of which I walked through, crossed a mighty ocean but continued a foward move.
I climbed the highest mountain, came down the other side, where I walked the silant valley and I began to cry.
I look up ahead and there I see, an old wooden bridge facing me. I continued on my journey across the bridge I walked, now is the time for soul searching and a serious talk with the heart...
Do I burn this bridge and leave all things behind or do I leave it standing and give it one more try?
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