And Still the Road Goes On

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A single road stretches through the forest the end disappearing beyond the curve of the hill. A mystery of a few steps further, a journey in time yet to pass.

And still the road goes on,

A mist drops to the ground, shrouding the road in a purple haze, better looked at then traveled through. Rain follows after, a wall of singular droplets cascading in rhythm to create an almost impassable barrier.

And still the road goes on,

Trees fall, rocks roll blocking entire sections off form safety. Climb overtop, the road can be seen in the distance, a looming reminder of continuing forward.

And still the road goes on,

Darkness falls, clinging like a veil to the face. Pulling, grasping, clawing and yet darkness remains. Thick, heavy, welcomed and feared. A time to weep, a time to sigh a time to sleep.

And still the road goes on,

With sun, golden, streaming through the green canopy above, softly touching below, sharing light where once was dark.

And still the road goes on,

Always on and on, just around one more corner, up one more hill, through one more glade and thicket. The road goes on. When washed from underfoot, when blown, when burned,  forever on and on, the road must go.

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