tired
the road
tired of the way things go, the way they are, the way the seem
life is a journey with twists and turns... sometimes things just
dont fit, thats the way it is...the twists in this long winding road
curve sharply almost seeming to take you right back from where you've
come ...the bumps and cracks in this road represent the pain and hurt
inflicted on this mind, the trees that once grew tall and strong
at the edges have receded and ceased to bloom. the symbolism of
this road shows more then you ever thought you'd see ...a road so
short compared to many others. but yet so broken and weathered
,patched and filled in over and over, its no longer smooth and
easy. strangers and travelers take comfort on this road, shelter
is found underneath what branches it can spare from the trees boardering
it. it is a quiet road, a dark and forgotten road... to those looking
from afar the road seems bright and welcoming, but if ever on that road
they will find that its full of shadows and pottholes, patches of mud and
overgrown from lack of travel. this road is on its way to nonexistence
...the time has come for this road to be closed, but who knows ...maybe one
day this road will open back up, the overgrowth be trimmed back and the trees
once more be full of buds... till then, a few lonely travelers still venture in
,usually giving up, but every once in a while, succeeding to the dreams beyond,
beyond this dreary road.
tired of the way things go, the way they are, the way the seem
life is a journey with twists and turns... sometimes things just
dont fit, thats the way it is...the twists in this long winding road
curve sharply almost seeming to take you right back from where you've
come ...the bumps and cracks in this road represent the pain and hurt
inflicted on this mind, the trees that once grew tall and strong
at the edges have receded and ceased to bloom. the symbolism of
this road shows more then you ever thought you'd see ...a road so
short compared to many others. but yet so broken and weathered
,patched and filled in over and over, its no longer smooth and
easy. strangers and travelers take comfort on this road, shelter
is found underneath what branches it can spare from the trees boardering
it. it is a quiet road, a dark and forgotten road... to those looking
from afar the road seems bright and welcoming, but if ever on that road
they will find that its full of shadows and pottholes, patches of mud and
overgrown from lack of travel. this road is on its way to nonexistence
...the time has come for this road to be closed, but who knows ...maybe one
day this road will open back up, the overgrowth be trimmed back and the trees
once more be full of buds... till then, a few lonely travelers still venture in
,usually giving up, but every once in a while, succeeding to the dreams beyond,
beyond this dreary road.