The Long Walk Home
The long walk home (or not)
As I strap my boots and put on my coat
A lump develops in my throat
The long walk home ahead
Is hopefully going to sort out my head
Turmoil at every turn
My fuse wire ready to burn
Look outside and rain is pouring
The rain pouring into my office, wetting my flooring
Wishy washy, here we go
On I go through this hell hole
A five mile walk of mental pain
It’s hard when you are borderline insane
Control your thoughts and reason with doubt
And try and avoid the childlike pout
That infects your sole
Just Like a black hole
Sucking every bit of positivity
Resulting in constant negativity
Half way home and still no change
Is there anyway to stop this pain
Traffic passes by like shooting stars in the night
Startling me and causing a fright
Should I end it now by walking into the traffic
And make sure it’s not a holographic,
Projection of my thoughts at this time
Could this be a life line
Sent down from a power above
Hopefully I am not seeing this dove
That flys above my head
Am I dreaming? Am I laying on my bed?
Traffic has stopped all around me
My sole is leaving my body and I finally fell free
Looking down all I can see
Is the body that was once me
I’m keen to know how this walk home has really played out
But, Im a little bit insane! so you can count my opinion out…
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