Stones

The road is long

And full of stones

Hardly a road

Leading to unknown

We carry our heavy

Burden under

The sun,

Hoping one day

For realease

In the end

It all fades away

And we become

Part of the road

Confusion

Where are the roads to be taken? There are different answers

But which they are I do not know

Fear is effective and useful

For those who want to control

Other people’s mind

But why all that control?