My journey is a mystery
     of misery.
They say it will make me wise
     when I'm old.
Who's they?
Why are they so cold?

They must have broken too;
Everyone has.
If they have not,
Then they are few.

If they have not,
They are not wise.
They faced no lies;
No demise.

I pity them.

My journey is a mystery
     of misery.
It tears me apart;
Starting at
     my heart.