Crossroads - Soliloquium

Rampant are the storms

Devious, these seas

These forces we try to master

Constant weakness to evade

A strife against the inborn

Nature of defeat

Exposure to noxious elements

The roads we blindly tread

Solitary ruin

Befalls me

The dreaded steps

From abandoned dreams

Tired well

Repeating stream

The concept of escape

It seems

We soldier on

An unknown path

For passions and dreams

No one shares

What happens when legs grow weary?

When life’s crossroads are but woes to suffer?

When I’m enclosed in my own mind

The repeating echo of spinning thoughts

A reflection in the window, what’s there to see?

A pale face, veil for vacant crowd

A year of sorrows, here we stand

No companion but smoldering remnants of dying dreams