Someone should offer maps
For the road of life
Except I know that would never work
Since everyone's road is different.
I reached the top of a hill
In my road not too long ago
There are some bumpy stretches still,
Some patches still have holes from winter storms,
But for the most part it's smooth strolling.
My road crosses with other travelers
Struggling to make sense of their own roads
Some I meet in passing
And some I travel with for a ways
It's good to walk with other people,
To talk and laugh along the road
They can help you if you trip
And point you in the right direction.
But it's the barren stretches
When everything's dark and empty
The visibility is poor
And it's easy to get lost.
I took a wrong turn there once,
It almost led to my demise
The road was slick with ice,
And I just couldn't navigate it.
Thankfully I met some tour guides
Who showed me a friendlier road
Sometimes I stumble and fall
But I always get up again
And continue walking,
Being more careful of bumps.