Many a night I have pondered the past
trying to figure out where I went wrong.
Is this the path I have chosen for myself?
Am I going in the right direction?
I stepped across that line at some
point in my life and never went back.
The line has become a wall,
a giant, 100 ft tall wall
built of indistructable material.
How do I go back?
Not a ladder to be found I find
myself clawing at the concrete,
breaking my nails in desperation.
Some one please get me,
I'm lonely here.
All I can do is sit and continue
to ponder the past, because there
is no future.
I'm lonely here, please come get me.
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There is no wright way, no destination to choose.
No reason to fight for, so nothing to lose.
No way you can win, its not a competition,
it is a story, somethimes a legend,
a road to perdition.
I read your blog, and it somethimes scares me, how I find myself in your writeing.
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