Horn blaring from the seemingly heavy truck brought back to Him the harsh reality of where He was
Not sure He had taken the best decision at that time
But, Flustered by every emotion of anger within him, there was no room for a second decision which would most likely have been sane
His mind was made up yet his body had a second opinion
The pains from not lying on a soft bed, not one anyone would term as exquisite, but, it definitely was better than where his ill tempered decision got him.
But, I Made the right decision
He tried to convince himself
But, then, He realised He would be better as a slave than going through hell, hence the decision
I rather return home and agree I am a Prodigal Son.
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