Long road

Sometimes the road is so long.

So tiring.

So never-ending.

So exhausting.

But you get used to it.

Walking.

Breathing.

Step after step.

Up.

DOwn.

Blisters.

Sweat.

When the never-ending way ends,

you don’t know what to do. 

You miss the road. 

You look back.

You wish you had enjoyed the view.

You wish you had stopped to sit on the lawn.

You wish you had never come to the end.