The girl who keeps running
No longer knows where she is going
She is lost in a maze
Filled with many different roads.
Which way should she go?
And where will it take her?
Shall she retrace her steps
And go back to the known?
What is familiar may not always be good
But the unknown can be much worse
Or much better.
How will she choose
The road to take?
She stands there statically,
Hoping the wind will guide her.
PristineRose Community Member 
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