Endurance Creates a Lonely Road
The asphalt stretches thin and white,
A narrow ribbon through the green,
Where shadows dance in dappled light
And silent specters walk unseen.
Each pedal turn, a quiet vow,
Each breath, a measure of the soul;
The world retreats to here and now,
Where solitary miles roll.
No cheering crowds along the bend,
No hands to lift when strength grows faint,
Just weary knees that will not bend,
And patience only distance paints.
For triumph has a quiet tone,
Unheard by those who turn away—
The longest paths are walked alone,
To reach the breaking of the day.
