Lonely roads, messy butts

Far far away, one signboard, one hope…

Too small to read but enough

To be alive, to make hopes grow…

Run, walk or even crawl,

It’s not that far away, see;

You got a heart of stone do or die,

But never die regretfully…

Tar, mud, stones or even sand

What’s beneath you who cares,

You walk slow, your legs creak

But you still hear your heart strive…

Only few steps away,

“Valley of death ahead”, says the sign…

No hope left, no nothing,

Legs trust the heart no more.

Eyes to the horizon, still courageous enough

Takes another step, again, again and again;

and

Again…