Love is Lonely

Lifes roads

Lifes roads
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We travel these roads of life,
roads that seem to never end,
roads that the destination looks to be right around the corner,
and roads leading us to greed and glory,
roads of enemies, family, and trusting friends,
and roads we get lost on and find our way back to where we started.
There are roads we find every day,
roads forgotten long ago,
and there are roads we can’t find,
roads we’ve known all about,
and there are roads that have us shivering in the dark,
and roads will-lit that leads us to a safe place.
There are roads that misguide us,
and roads that take us home,
there are roads filled with heartache where tears fall like raindrops.
Yet we all have a compass in us,
if we just take the time to listen,
it will lead us down the right roads to a long joyous journey home.