It's a tough choice,
So is the road that I travel.
Lot's of ups's and Down's,
Some sunshine and rain.
No shelter to hide,
No such place to call mine.
My vision is blurred,
The only visible thing is a lonely path that I walk upon.
Lost in an unsorted mess of thoughts,
Would I be able to turn back??
You ask me if I'll be able to find my way back home..
All that remains is a regret, Emptiness, A loneliness..
Some said, Some unspoken,
Some expressed, Some unexpressed.
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