A path to nowhere,
That leads to a destiny of nothing.
Wandering frightened through the tempest
Of a questioning soul.
Like a maze of shadows,
Always there but never touching,
Creating fear as the day grows cold.
Moving ever onwards through shades of grey.
Crying senses reel to the ever dimming light.
In a hearts deep recess, a cry for day,
Needing love in the dark of night.
Run, run, run to the echoes of your shallow past.
The failure of reality to hold life's cherished dreams past.
Mirrored images reflecting tragedies of things not done.
A fettered chain the immortal soul must become.