The cold wind brushed my cheeks,
I snuggled close behind you.
To protect my face from the rain or from the dust.
We encountered bumps along the road,
We quickly maneuvered when encountering holes.
The road less traveled we crossed,
To find better way till we reached our course,
Yet still, most of the time we found slippery roads,
Muddy, rocky, until we reached the concrete roads.
We thought it would go on and on till we reached our course,
But then again, we found ourselves traversing
The more dangerous roads because every one wanted to be as
That didn’t care to those who were last.
Yes, we moved fast. Time was running and so we were.