“How long is the road?” the weary man sighed,
“As long as life itself,” the wise one replied.
We chase each hour, we chase each day,
Trading our moments for a fleeting pay.
We toil and sweat for a prize unseen,
A privilege promised, yet seldom gleaned.
While the sun sets softly, and the winds sigh,
We miss the journey, asking only “Why?”
The road stretches endless, beneath our feet,
Not in the goal, but in the steps we meet.
Pause, breathe, let the moments align,
Life is the road—and the road is thine.