I’m on a road.
A road to what, exactly?
Of that I’m unsure.
But I know I’m on one.
I’ll find out—
sooner rather than later.
But who decides
if later is bad
and sooner isn’t?
For now, I’m just glad
to be on a road.
A path that moves —
onward, or maybe not.
I may falter, I may fall.
But so what?
If that isn’t what life is,
then it’s not.

Sometimes, the road is the only certainty – and that’s enough. I don’t need to know where it ends, only that I’m moving. Falling, faltering, or flying… it’s all part of the journey.

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