Thursday, December 13, 2012 12:38 AM

Sometimes the path lights dim.
The road in front seems so vague
So blur
Gradually everything gets engulfed in the darkness
You get lost, naturally
Stuck in the rut
But at the end of each night is followed by the dawn of the day
That even the bad things have their ends
Cut off by the omnipresence of hope
Which is accompanied by the rays.
So never falter.
Push on.