I woke to a stirring deep inside, a pulse, uncertain, yet alive. Life stood before me, not as a promise, but a road unfolding in morning light Mesmerized, I set out on a trip, started walking the winding road, I walked on, no map, no sign, just a small flame burning inside. The road was kind, the road was cruel, wandering wild, breaking each rule. It cut my feet, yet lit the sky, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walked on, I walked on, the road is, where I belong. There