What’s hidden at the end?

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“There is always som kind of treasure at the end of the path, at least to someone’s pleasure” Gun Roswell 

What’s hidden at the end?

Take a trip to the very end, the end of the path which begins, with just the one step, taking a deep breath, before diving in, as it might be difficult to begin that journey even if the decision is made, so, hesitation is a given thing for all of us, but just have to trust that gut feeling, telling this is the one to take, the quest of it all well worth it, and so, get on with it!

And do, feeling bold as moving along, one foot falling to the next, into the beat of the heart, taking things slow though really smart, because the reward at the end will wait, even if you will get there late, and hey, it’s totally okay to hesitate, for a moment even contemplate, whether the decision to take on this journey was the right one to make.

But, when finally deciding to continue no matter the lingering doubt, making up and until the very end of the longest of paths, the reward being whatever wanted, simply making it last, as long as possible and then when all is done, simply go out with a  big blast

Dead End

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“This is the end, stop, go no further, trespassing not allowed! So many warnings! Enough already!“ Gun Roswell

Dead End

The warning, was loud and quite clear
That of, the end, being, oh so very near
It was the stop, the last one at that
No going further, just getting off fast
Heading it, might have been a good idea
Alas, stubbornly, hanging on to the rear
Of the car, supposedly, moving forward
As backing up, was no the option smart
So, moving ahead, without a clue, what would be there
Seemed, like a good continuation to the fare
Started not so long ago, as an adventure
But after the stop and turn back warning made a denture
To the otherwise perfect unplanned plan of a trip
But heading any kind of orders, usually skipped
With a sense of rebellion, what ever the gig
Going on despite the feeling of surprise strong
Was tempting, and finding out what was waiting
On the other side, of the forbidden sign
Well, how on earth could I resist that!
The car shifted slightly, as If itself fighting
Against the notion of moving forward
Was way too strong to resist, toward
What new things and experiences awaiting
So, what the hell, no time for hesitating
And so, the car moved along
As did I, with the sense of adventure, so strong