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The road


The road seems slippery
It's not raining though
Life's not been a friend
But nor has it been a foe
The sky seems bright
The clouds can't be seen
A sign of things to come
and not how they have been
The journey seems endless
The destination unknown
But I walk with her beside me
Without the fear of being alone
The present seems to promise
A future that will smile
We have just walked an inch
There is yet to go a mile