Endless Road


Sometimes I think I’m crazy;

Nights spent waiting

Nights spent wanting

Nights spent fighting

Nights spent crying.


What is there to do-

That can be done?

It seems the road is endless

Filled with hope and desire

But leading nowhere.


Only to take us away

From the known path;

Until we become so lost

That we can’t go back.


We’ll be alone there-

Shivering from the cold

And in despair.


Waiting for death to take us

From our misery.