A Road Well Traveled On
I know this road, well traveled on;
I push on through the dark.
I look for you, in hopes to find;
But, you're still stuck in park.
This road it goes, in twists and turns;
It's hills go up and down.
And, when the water fills the road;
I swim, and watch you drown.
I had no choice. To travel on;"
To see, where this road goes.
I hope this road, comes out someplace;
Unlike the roads I know.
I push on through, and travel on;
This road, I speak of now.
At last I'm there. Out of the dark;
Though, I can't tell you how.
I look back down, the road from which;
I stumbled, my way through.
But, once again, it's dark I see;
I see no hint of you.
Why do you stay? On that dark road;
That takes you where you go?
Just take a left, next at the fork;
Try one road, you don't know.
Just keep your head, held way up high.
And, keep on forging on.
Alas, I see, a hint of you;
As darkness turns to dawn.
Copyright © Bm Bm | Year Posted 2015
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