The road I walk

The road I walk The road I walk is new. It’s made not of stone, but dirt. There are no road signs yet. And no bridges to cover the rivers. The road I walk is new, so people think that it is hard. “How do swim?” “Don’t you get dirty?” “How do you cope with all that uncertainty?” But actually, I am not concerned with all that. I am not in a rush, I am not lazy I am prepared to go wherever my road takes me. There is only one kind of obstacle that puts me off: having to go through other people’s highways. The road I want to go through is new. Made, like mine, not of stone, but dirt. Maybe some road signs, but just a few. Enough to lead me, to the person who builds it. Written on May 27, 2025