Poesia (18.4)

My Road

It is my own path

I am building.

Yellow brick by yellow brick

Of my magic road

That shall lead me

To my

And only my own

Path

I am building

Though no small person

Shall step on it

Intruders might come

But without a warning

None shall stay

It is my own results

I am looking for

And none shall come in peace

I am building my path

In blood

And only blood interests me

I want my road

To be red;

And red it shall be.