Often, inevitable , as it might seems.
The beaten path, what we choose to trod.
Sometimes, out of fear of change.
It is also helplessness at times.
The neon sign, writings on the wall.
Nothing deter, a single minded pursuer.
Perseverance, Sacrifices, Commitments.
In the end, what matter is the memory.
Misty eyed and clouded rationality.
This vow to win the only one favor.
Sentimental, irrational, emotional.
Fragile as it is, mighty is the heart!
Rejoice, for in tomorrow is a promise.
The sun surely will rise again.
Once more, freedom is just a breath away.
And life goes on, the way it has always been.