The Road Keeps Going

The map I drew when I was young has coffee stains and songs unsung. Some roads I planned have disappeared — and some I feared have brought me here. I have lost things I thought I'd keep, I have woken up from dreams too deep. But every ending, soft or loud, was just a door, not just a cloud. So walk, even when the way is long; the road keeps going, and so does the song. You don't need to see the end to start — just one brave step, and an open heart.

One brave step is enough. 🌅