Questions in Monologue
The roads getting rough
Twisting and spurning
Got some fuel left
But is it enough?
Should I double back?
Should I carry on?
Leave the path completely?
Or just break down?
Stretching my legs for the long walk
To get back from where I came
With holes in the souls of my shoes
I traverse all the greys and the blues in your name
And though I explore every street and spectrum
It’s just never the same..
Will our paths ever cross again?
I wonder which road you’re on
Which way should I walk?
What would we do if we should stumble upon?
Could we even talk?
Sometimes I have to ask
If knowing each other is such a task
Maybe our paths never even crossed at all..