So it Goes

They say everyone has
their own road to walk
but, you know, sometimes
I think we're all alone,
just stumbling along
I guess, in our own forests
and they're all wrong
because there are absolutely
no paths at all
and we're lost.

Lost in our minds
and in our emotions.
We're trapped, all alone.
No one to turn to except ourselves
for the strength, courage, and hope
which we gave each other.
How can we leave our past behind?
We've grown so much
and we've done it together.
How can we part ways?

I've always felt we were secret brothers,
denounced separately from society
as outcasts, but we found each other.
Sharing moments time cannot comprehend;
blind leading the blind in sunshine.
I guess you caught your sight because you left
when you found your road without me.
Eternally lost for a moment of
belonging, leaving no tears of regret
as I'm left standing alone in the night.

Being alone has
left us for the better.
Sharing a soul, as Lennon said
and everyone knows,
"I am he as
you are he as
you are me as
we are all together,"
which is why we can't
ever stay together.
I guess, suppose, who knows
we're separate; dissevered.
And everyone,
now I know that,
well, we're lost,
lost in our forests
forever.

Edit: This poem was written by my two friends and I. You can find the friends on this site under the names of Aken Sol and Lance Hardy. Lance Hardy was responsible for the 2nd stanza, Aken Sol the 3rd. The first and last belong to yours truly.