Broad & Spacious

 Once again I find myself on this cluttered road,
Spirits rejoice at the sight of so many searching for fools gold,

They say embrace the light without knowing its true finding,
Free my soul to the dark at least it's not blinding,

Shall I be pushed off this road desperate to see the prize,
Shall I sacrifice my soul the utter truth to my demise,

Once again I'm at the butt end of life's unfunny joke,
Hitting for everything I'm worth as she begins to choke,

Through the beats of her heart am I forced into a trance,
More souls crowed the field the harvest last chance,

Light intertwines with darkness we have fallen into grey matter,
Reborn into the ashes of the phoenix no longer do souls chatter...