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The Road. by Baiba Auria

The Road.

We turn our backs
Carelessly
to the treasures of life
Like love,
Like faith,
Like true happiness.
We close our eyes on them,
Cover our vision
With mask of security
Made of money,
Made of safe choices.
We sing a lullaby to ourselves
All our lives,
Telling us of the blessings
Of a safe road.
We may not be deliriously happy,
But hey, who is?
As long as we are content and fed
We are doing ok.
And does mad happiness really exist?
I am terrified to realise that it does
And that to find it
We would have to step off
This safe road.
Life consists of choices
We are too scared to make.