The Road

What holds for us in the future is,
what we build
What we leave behind is,
just foot prints
The road comes from no where
And it leads to no where
It walks with us
We carve it
We build it
we lead it
And finally we leave it


(C) Juztamom

Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem for one of the four photographs shared on the website. I have used the above.

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