We all travel on a road
One way, straight
Where does it go?
No one knows
Unsure if anyone has reached the common destination,
We walk nonetheless
Many have to get ahead
They push the slow out of their way
Steal others’ bikes,
Cars,
Food,
All to get ahead and travel faster
Some have given up on the road, content to sit beside it
Watch as others pass
Others sit to prey on those who pass
Steal from them, murder and rape for fun
They concern themselves not with the destination
We hear of those who travel quickly
who have made it the farthest
We idolize them, wish to be like them
Wish against our circumstances
Few are content
Many strive to pass others
to reach the Unknowable Goal
the Unreachable End
Family means little
Friends are made and lost
Some walk together, most walk alone
Some band together for speed or comfort
before breaking apart
The road is everything
Nothing else, No one else, Matters
And no one stops
To ask
Why
-Shayde
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