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