The long road

Square one was always the runt of the litter

but then again we all have to start somewhere.

The longer we traverse, the more we become wont to

it all; every last bump & crack in the long-neglected pavement,

the shrubbery on all sides that generously provides shade on those

sweltering dog days.

 

It’s all a bit much but there’s no such thing as being too prepared.

In the middle is mostly hinterlands, not much to see apart from a few

tumbleweeds & the siren song of the long-abandoned wolves pawing their

way through the desert. But it’s only a temporary setback on the long road out

of misery. In the blink of an eye, you’ll arrive at the terminus, sprawling as far as the

eye can see. That’s when you’ll realize the road was the answer all along.

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