I am lost, and ever so alone
In the oblivion of my every last thought
Not even the silence can hear my moan
Nor does it notice the struggle i fought
But i continue walking
In the direction my feet drag
The whispers continue mocking
And in the silence, A true friend i Lack
I come to a still
I see Many a Path
I cannot force my Will
But an intentional increase of Wrath
So many ways
I don't know which one to go
This will take many days
To choosing on my own.. i say No
I put up a sign
with arrows for each way
I only wrote on them.. and empty line
And so i sit here at bay
I hope to wait it out
I hope that one day
I know this is what I'm about
..someday, it will say " This Way"
and then i will know where to go
Then i will know that my struggle.. Did make its pay
