Imagine about The Narrow Road
Imagine a narrow road
You walk alone
two rows of tree keep wondering
They ask if I’d like to turn back to the big road I was given with conditions.
Ignore the trees, I keep walking ahead.
Dried grass and lake
repeatedly beg me to turn back to the big road I was given with conditions.
I continue to walk ahead knowing there will be no air, no green, no water
I keep walking
I keep crawling
I keep telling my cotton-like body to move forward slowly
telling myself lies that there is very a smooth one day
that we might be able to breath freely.
Then how can I live my life?
while all the trees, grass, water, and air die?