The middle of nowhere

Where do you go from here?  
When the path is no longer clear  
when the trees whisper in forgotten tongues  
and the wind blows in words that have stung  
and the bird's song is no longer sung.  
where do you go from this place?  
when the sun threatens to burn your face  
and the moon ceases to rise  
and the sweat burns your youthful eyes  
forcing you to see past your own disguise  
yes, where do you finally at last go?  
When everything is foreign that you know  
and the ideas no longer make sense  
and your opinion is left on the fence  
where your beliefs hang in suspense  
where do you go when you no longer care?
Find the road to your soul, lost in there  
lest you find the lonely space is all you share  
with those lost in the middle of nowhere.