Every day I walk down the same path

The path of sorrow

The path of happiness

For the path is teasing me with its existence making me question my every decision

It pulls on my feet like a needy child

It begs me to give into it

I have tripped on the path

It has beaten and abused me 

It has fooled me by giving me a glimpse of contentment

I have not yet found the end of the path

I have tried to run

But the path just crumbled right beneath my feet

I have tried to hide

But it was watching me from behind, waiting to make its move

I cannot escape this endless trek of dejection

But fret not, this path has holes and cracks

Those cracks and holes bear themselves as a refuge for the deprived souls that roam the path

Till the inevitable end of the journey