The Road to Nowhere: A Journey Through Despair

Original Prompt: I’ve been walking for hours, my hands in my pockets the wind cuts my skin and shatters my thoughts each step an echo fading into the void each dream a scratch left upon my flesh No signal, no map, no border in sight only asphalt swallowing my morning light no sign that says “turn back again” just endless miles without an end A dull sky weighs heavy on my chest like the silence of a heart uncaressed on things, on others, on time’s direction on this race that feels like an experiment Every road looks already seen every turn’s a curve I’ve never been but I keep going, out of routine hoping something will break this machine And I run, but I don’t know why I flee from myself, yet end where I lie among dimmed dreams and tired lights on the edge of my missing life This is a road that leads nowhere only to the weight of hours, to the mind’s despair a blind race inside a weary frame an asphalt desert where I fall, then fade There is no goal, there is no direction just steps in the void, a strange detention it’s the desperation of movement’s grace without love, without warmth, without a trace I asked God if there’s a way out of here but He answered with life’s own silence, severe my footprints vanish as soon as they land and the past dissolves in a curious sand Each face I meet is just reflection of what I lost, of my own affection I can’t name things by their name anymore just shadows, illusions, and people unsure Maybe this isn’t a road, but a ring maybe I’m the reflection I’m seeing I repeat mistakes, promises unspoken I walk but collapse, my legs are broken And if I turned back, where would I go? what would remain of what I don’t know? The truth is, I don’t want to see— ’cause to understand is to cease to be I look inside but only find closed roads, walls of mud confined and this distracted heart still beating searches for meaning, but stumbles, bleeding This is a road that leads nowhere only to the weight of hours, to the mind’s despair a blind race inside a weary frame an asphalt desert where I fall, then fade There is no goal, there is no direction just steps in the void, a strange detention it’s the desperation of movement’s grace without love, without warmth, without a trace Why did no one tell me it’s vain? that walking alone won’t keep you sane? They said “go,” but never “where” they left me alone with my own despair Every senseless road is a sentence to bear a habit of guilt I’m doomed to wear I just want to stop and disappear— but even stopping now means fear So I stay here, in the middle of nothing watching the road deceive the trusting hoping that behind some hidden bend there lies an answer that won’t offend But meanwhile I breathe and take one more stride on this road that asks for no pride maybe tomorrow will change the design or maybe this universe is mine A road that leads to nowhere at all... is just the mirror of one who’s forgotten to go.

Model: Seedream 4.0

Created on 11/2/2025 Report