Untraveled roads
traveled on tip toes I wonder while I ponder all that's left in the point of over yonder
maybe the grass will be fonder?
maybe the air will be cleaner, clear oceans and bright blue skies
most roads to nowhere fill these notions with resounding lies
maybe you can't see through the cracked glass
would it make me a fool to expect our roads will cross
am I suppose to sacrifice it all for all that is forseen as Destined to be love lost?
when I'm in control I trust how each turn will bend and unfold
I anticipate what's up ahead even at a time where I make peace with the dead
all that is can be left unsaid
where will I live
where will I sleep?
what will I do
if no roads lead back to you?
what must I do to start anew? and begin forgetting all the shame I've lived through?
when will my sorrow end tomorrow?
which light is the one at the end up the right tunnel?
what more can I say what ends tomorrow may begin today
at which turn do I make to find another way?

© Christopher j. Jarman