Lonely Home
When once walked a road less traveled
I saw nothing on the road
dust, debris, and a band of bugs.
I knew that once I had entered the road would fork in two like splits against my wrists.
I failed at my attempts to live.
I don't want to go there anymore...
I want to see what's up ahead.
Know the threshing floor of life dear stead.
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I saw nothing on the road
dust, debris, and a band of bugs.
I knew that once I had entered the road would fork in two like splits against my wrists.
I failed at my attempts to live.
I don't want to go there anymore...
I want to see what's up ahead.
Know the threshing floor of life dear stead.
© All Rights Reserved