My Glass of Wine

I sit here drinking my wine I look over my own mind Over the days gone by It gives no smile ,MY spirt is dying What, where and when So many questions i try to answer As life moves faster away The years have dissappeared I can not count the missing smiles I want to runaway Day by day I stay just to obey I feel like prey Waiting for the knock on the door A prison gate surrounds me No key to the lock I have tried Each step seems wrong direction Which way to go crossroads stands still The memories tie me back I still sit here with my glass The bottle is still full To love but not in that special way It holds me here My fear wont let go As i sit with my glass of wine As i drift into a thought of unknown....