This is for the young ones, for the teen ones, for the I haven’t chosen the road yet ones. You wanting the best for yourself, while minding to carry that one potato bag, to cut the a bit of the burden, the hardships from the most important persons. Afraid to face the true self, the root, the only rope, that can bring you to the real top, where footsteps of the one self, true self are only welcomed, you should have came at first.
But, driven by the thirst for the finished things, for the most surest hits, for the already designed roads, where the past sweat can be felt, while being afraid, careful not to accidentally sweat a little for yourself. By going that way, by going through the way where the branches on the road are cut, you will one day meet, appear in front of the door, with an “ups” bio-metrical scanners to prove, that can be passed by the only true holder of the road.
The next thing you do is look for other possible ways inside to continue the easy slide, it is like the need for cannabis, the need to stay inside, the need to keep it in the light, not being afraid of the night coming by. When the butterfly passes by, leafs fall down, pigeons start to fly, you consider to be clever, to be you.
To go back isn’t hard, but painful because of the realization of time, the realization of never being able to turn back the clocks, it is awful, you blame yourself, it is right, lets not do it again, lets remember it this time.
Starting to build your own road, it doesn’t seem difficult, it is just that past time were such a fun round, to play, to rest. Forget about the past, it is no use, you learned the mistakes, not to abuse, to go by its own, to leave a trace, leave no mess nor pitiness.
By going forward, you recognize, the old smile, that is so bright, that comes from the deep of the heart. Looking back, being proud, of the true road you built, where only one man was supposed to breathe. Wishing for the future to come at fast, because one thing we know, is that there will be light, without any doubt.