Road of Mine
Who are we to sleep the night away
When life is itself a fever dream?
Life, for death could even strive
It wanders to no taken end
Slowly I cannot comprehend
But madness I can then perceive
It would not stay for very long
All too close, the far-off scene
It turns upon itself again
Nothing is beyond it\'s reach
The path is straight, It can be measured
A moment is forever seeming
I can never let this go
This figment, drop of water in my pond
A certain paranoid delusion
A camel in the needle\'s eye
This winding path of selfsame pattern
Who walks it but I and who am I?
I am the shadow of the sun
Cast by light from a sunlit mirror
In the lens of logic\'s eye
Where I turn upon myself
For logic tells me I cannot lie
I tell myself I will not die
I set foot on darker paths
Which lead to darker places
Where I might hold my lantern high
And gaze upon their lonely faces
All those who came here before me
To see the sun before they die
What image do they cast
Upon the mirror of my soul
What in my heart I cannot wake
For fear of who I would become
The table-place I cannot take
The resolution to be overcome
What darkness waits for sunset
Hides in shadows it will cast
But the darkest kind of loveliness
A light cast off from lonely things
Who would wait with it there
To while all the hours by
But the loneliest of people
Who have seen the lovely die
There are a few silent places
Hidden in the mind
Where a fool would not dream to go
And an Angel could not follow
Where secret whispers fear to speak
And terror cannot comprehend
The quiet place within my heart
No name, for none is needed
A dreadful purpose, soon forgotten
A choice of which we refuse to know
Who would walk this path with me
Could in the end beginning see
Out of a cold and darkest night
Into a colder place go forth
From palest sustaining force
Fall from grace to an ancient place
Where there is no light by which to see
The loneliness, despair
But just enough to see your face
That you may remember me
Who, but I?