Walk the narrow road
Total blind with time
Wicked trees tickle the spine
With air as still as the night
We encounter careless souls of the mindful dead
Placed there by each of us
Head torn and mind ******
We go there each day
Walk the narrow road
No looking back to see you
Not a second is spent feeling
or pushing back the heart
I wonder why it's gone
But all too soon
Eyes crossed with double vision
Venture past the door
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Walk the narrow road
Total blind with time
Wicked trees tickle the spine
With air as still as the night
We encounter careless souls of the mindful dead
Placed there by each of us
Head torn and mind ******
We go there each day
Walk the narrow road
No looking back to see you
Not a second is spent feeling
or pushing back the heart
I wonder why it's gone
But all too soon
Eyes crossed with double vision
Venture past the door
