Roaming

Walking down a desolate road
Nothing to my right
Nor to my left
Just keep moving
Should I stop?
I know not what would happen
Should I hesitate?
The consequences would be dire
I know not what lies before me
All I know is the past
The past is like uninvited guest
Sometimes the guest is merrily welcomed
Bringing joy
Others times the guest is a burden
Weighing you down
And making you question the things you have done
But you need to keep going
Remember only the good times
Remember no matter what you do
You can repent and better yourself
And keep the hope that something better is coming
Nothing is bad for long
Hold your head high
And know
Not matter what you say
No matter what you do
Someone is waiting for you
At the end of your journey
Someone who has been waiting
longing for you to come home
We are constantly moving, never stopping