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If there existed a road








If there existed a road
Paved by your decisions made
And with every step you take
The path you leave behind will fade

All your time through the wild forest, unbearable desert, marshy land
All that pain and stress
you've felt in the sand
All those moments you've wondered
Why no one would understand
How hard you've worked, how much you've tried
In paving your road, in easing your ride

Because this life you know, is but a drive
Through that road you've paved
Through your efforts to survive
Through everything coming your way
When you managed to be alive

And yet they overlook it
how your story unfolds
for them, they just notice
What awaits you at the end of those roads

Focusing on the mere outcome they declare
"It's all a matter of luck! Or you didn't play fair!"

But that's okay, that's expected
For you know, this silly road
It vanishes as you move ahead
Before your story can unfold

So your life as it is
You need not explain anyone
It's a drive only you have lived
And their ride is the only path 
they had and have ever believed

~ Palavi 



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