When I cannot see what lies beyond..
But only see huge mountains or the blue sky..
And sometimes not see anything but a white blanket of fog..
When it seems like the road is ending
Within the next few seconds..and I am driving into empty space...
All I had to do was ..trust that there was a road beyond..
Trust that it may actually be very beautiful ...
If only I open my eyes and overcome my fear of the descent
Amateur poetry aiming to verbalize thoughts and moments in the life of a hopeless romantic.
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