The Place At The End Of The Highway

I started on this highway,

as soon as I could walk.

The only thing it was costing me,

was my life.

For such a long time,

there were no tolls,

or anyone to tell me,

that I was going to fast.

To some that may,

sound like the life -

freedom to live how you want.

Still, what made up for no tolls,

and no patrols,

was that there were no signs telling me,

that I was going in the wrong direction.

There were no signs telling me,

where I should go.

I would travel through cities,

or through the desert on a dirt road,

crossing deteriorating bridges,

ready to collapse,

as I am all alone.

Moving against murders and thieves,

and avoiding being robbed,

countless times,

I've outran mobs.

As I travel under the dark grey desert sky,

hungry, thirsty, beaten, and battered,

about to give up,

not thinking that my life mattered,

I saw something that to me,

looked brand new.

There was someone at a checkpoint,

right before the road split in two.

I walked over to the place,

and the Person simply spoke,

"You have reached the moment,

on this highway where, like everybody,

you must have to choose.

Would you like to take the long path,

which leads to eternal glory,

or would you like the short path,

and continue on the road that you're traveling,

which eventually leads,

to destruction, death, and fire?

It is your decision."

The road I was on made me weary.

I did not want to go down a road,

that looked dreary.

The Person said,

that if I go down the long road,

I would never be alone.

He would always be near me.

So as fast as I could,

I chose, and pointed down the long road.

With every second,

the desert was getting hotter.

Then after choosing,

which road to take,

the Person gave me bread and water.