A Compicated Affair

I've travelled up this path before to misery and hate, is there nothing left of love to stop us at the gate, or must we go our seperate ways and savour what we can, for this is not where it should end it's where it all began. Left in a darkened tunnel with neither end in sight, I took the outstretched hand of love and followed in it's light, I saw the face of happiness soon begin to show, but turmoil deep within the blood gathered seeds to sow. A cultivated wilderness with love on either side, with no place left to run to and nowhere we can hide. It's time to call a halt forget the rules and change the game, then if it all goes wrong there is no-one left to blame.