Here I am again at the beginning of the road
Looking to my future with ambitions, unknown.
Drearily the wind blows and pushes me forward still
And yet it brings me nowhere but the bottom of the next hill.
And as I look around I see the hills and grasses green
I look towards the horizon and finally know what it means
I gain so much and yet I feel this emptiness inside
I feel I may have been born incomplete or maybe I died.
What proof do I have that I'm alive?
Except that there's others like me.
What exists that I have yet to grasp
Please end this eternity.
I walk towards danger and yet I have no fear
Because I don't know at all, what i'm doing here.
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