A familiar road is always deceptive. I tread on it and get cheated every day. It holds me back. It prevents me from knowing the unknown. I fear the sunshine, it darkens my spirit. As the darkness sets in, I see the vaccum getting filled. It is only in the darkness that I can cry. It is only in the darkness that I can accept my failures. It's all for good, it's all for good! At least I become the person I am. Once, I've cried, once I've tried, I see a ray of hope, not in that familar load, but in that unfamiliar road!
