The road ahead is wild and twisted.

[happyhippylove]

A river of neverending thoughts.
Like a sliver in the sands of time.
Run through my head like violent crime.
What of life?
What of death?
Where are we going?
Where have we been?

And the road behind us is fading.
The road ahead is wild and twisted.
Yet we go on like robots.
Into the abyss.

Love is life and life is love.
A day of laying with angels and doves.
A night of hiding from demons and fire.
Something lurking in our darkest desires.

And everything is nothing when we belive in everything.
What it means is what it means.