The roads are there
With many destinations to reach
The roads seem to be ever going
And as it is known of it
Life is a jungle
You can get lost easily
So make your own map
One you can use
One only made for you
Everyone of us has a different map
One with our goals and views
We have different places to enjoy
Different ones to rest
And special ones to enjoy
We all have different roadblocks
But we need our map to guide us
Through the hard times
When storm hits and our mind go numb
When our mind want to give up
But you can both seeThe plans aheadAnd the things that are waiting for you
Set the road and push through
Look at the things you went through
You are capable of wonders
Just look ahead of the things that are near
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April
PoetryApril meaning Open by name And by these poems, I wish to be open to the month Cover by @MiaBookNerd -------------------------------------------------- Update from September about the NaPo challenge: I didn't think of giving these poems titles I bas...
