The Road

Gotta keep walking.

I thought we'd arrived, or at least come close. The road seemed more welcoming, more secure, a more encouraging path than it had been for...God, forever! There was discontent on both sides of the road, but there was progress, forward movement...hope. It wasn't the Promised Land, not yet, but we were heading toward it, slowly but surely. I could see its glow, feel its warmth, almost smell the sweetness of its soft, inviting air.

But suddenly, the road seems perilous once more, the route more like a maze. The destination that I swear we had almost reached is somehow farther away, so far away that I don't know how we'll ever get there again.

Gotta keep walking.  Gotta keep hoping. Gotta keep walking.