I saw the road ahead,
a fine day it was.
It shimmered and glittered,
but an obstacle lay in the path.
It looked back at me and smiled,
told me I was no good,
stop trying, it said, because you never could.
I have crossed so many
and yet this one looked different,
I had had my hopes dashed before,
the memories came back, persistant.
I knew I had to move on,
had to crush the memories,
till I knew they were truly gone.
And moved on, I did
with a grit I never thought existed,
but could I beat the obstacle?
I know not yet, because the ways of fate are twisted.