Spaces.

I weaved in and out of traffic on the road

It was harder than I thought it would be to get to my destination.

I couldn’t neccessarily seperate one street from the other

They were as different as chicken and beef.

Similar yet fundamentally different.

Maybe the problem had arisen because I could not put the similarities into words.

Maybe the differences can morph into a clear distinction and path.

If I dwelt on maybes I wouldn’t make it.

Where am I going?