Wandering, walking, thinking, dreaming,
All within me harshly seeing.
Blindly walking a narrow and crooked road,
Trying not to notice no one else around here.
Confused and senseless and not speaking to no one,
All within me is learning to cope with everything.
Around us is learning to speak and sometime confused,
All what is within myself, fearing the worsed to come.
It is taking an eerie toll on my feeling to fear is being here,
With the dyeing within me, praying that someday will come.
Stopping on the tone of unknown, of life on that road,
Wandering what is around the corner in life itself.
Hearing soft voice, wandering where they are at,
Seeing suffering all the time, this road is bumping unknown.
Seeing strange faces, peering eyes upon thee,
The pressure is down, not within me as much.
But still afraid of what to come,
Following this road of hopelessness of narrow minds.
Time only to tell what is happening,
Of this narrow and crooked road.
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