Somehow... I find myself caught between
An endless road of unending pleads
Voices echo where no one has been
Yet echoes of opportunity to yet seek
Do I need to know?
Do I need to hold on?
Forever is life an insufficiency to show
When an ever in life you have and is gone
Things we do... how things we don’t
Perhaps a different shade, a different light
Forget focus... forget marks hone
For where there be peace... there be fight
Have you the idea of love and hate?
Have you live enough to die for?
Would you have eagerness to await?
Would you rather a silent or an open war?
The endless conflicts as I sat myself between
The unending roads as I hear the silent plead
When I am there I have no idea where I’ve been
Yet never there have I the finality to finally seek