The Bumpy Road

The day was cold, the winds were chilly,
The silence was deafening, the road was hilly,
Somewhere deep within, he knew what lay ahead,
He was reminded of the conversation left unsaid.

He knew the risks when he took the bet,
He knew it wouldn't come without breaking a sweat,
Unyielding would yield with the labour of the man,
The doubts, however, were his stans.

Somewhere deep within, he knew what lay ahead,
He was reminded of the conversation left unsaid.
That there would be a hole, which would suck him in,
The only way out, was to win...

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