The Road

I just met a friend from where I used to reside

He asked me would I be back there, snuggled inside

And I remembered fondly that house-of-an-age

Good times of Peace, Arguments of Rage

So he asked me would I be back as we stood on the road

Ya know, back to the comfort and lay down my load

"Unless this road's a circular" I replied to my friend

"I'll not be back in that house, I'm on this road to the end."

This road is my life, that house was my past

And to keep following the road...that's peace at last.

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