when the road become so difficult...
and the path is always going in up..
full of thorns and holes..
and afraid become the only pal..
you look at the faraway lands..
as it the end of the road..
and the end of your sadness..
there where maybe the peace of mind...
and the end of your sadness and pains...
but, you realized that...
the road still so faraway from you..
and the body fall down...
from its wounded..
come on...
and look again to that horizon..
and wake up again....
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