Roadkill Opossum
Roadkill opossum
The road is waiting underneath
artificial opportunity,
the path is covered,
soot and dust.
We mask our entities with musk;
a scent not far a roadkill opossum.
Hidden living in the dark,
wandering way from society;
most of our dreams will miss their mark,
because we told them not to blossom.
The road's path leads to happiness,
but on the path we seek to walk;
We end up like the roadkill opossum.
BKrabbit.
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