The road

We walk our own roads

Carrying our own loads,

And some are heavy, I suppose

Its about how much you let go.

We create journeys along the way

To keep us company

And to keep boredom away,

This is what we all call life

Learning what is wrong and right,

Creating family and friends

We always seek a happy ending

But it’s all just illusion we see

As we travel on our journeys,

To reach spirituality,

For our enlightened souls to fly free.

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