The Road

There's a road that I walk

all by myself.

No one can join me on this road.

not that they could if they wanted to.

I drift, wearily and aimlessly down it.

For the most part it's cold.

Walking in the night.

Blind, without direction.

Hell, sometimes I have to give myself a sharp slap across the face to bring the feeling back.

But somewhere,

at the end of this road,

wherever that may be,

I can only hope

there's light at the end of the tunnel.

Grassy hills,

and clear blue skies.

with a cool breeze blowing over you

IF I can make it that far..

maybe when I get there.

I can set up a house nearby

and I'll never have to endure such a treacherous journey again.

with the choices that I make.

these crossroads that I part.

I can only walk

as it is up to me

and me alone.