The chances are slim. Almost none.
A road so long.
“Never-ending.” I’m inclined to say.

And yes, I’m tired and yearn to see the end.
Frightened at what I may behold.

Will it be wholesome?
Will it be true?
Will it speak to likes of you?

I cannot bear the thought of translating my own words.
“Do you understand?” I beg you.

Please come with me to face the odds.