The Corridor of Life

I saunter down the corridor of life
Unable to recall the start or see the end
My vacant stare disguises what I visualize
As I distinguish between an enemy and a friend.
You think that you have fooled me, but I let you
All part of my persona of mystique
You cannot know the path my life has taken
Like you cannot tell a river from a creek.
The corridor continues through the darkness
And though it has no wall to keep me there
I seldom deviate from this, my chosen path
Or drop my guard and allow my soul to bare
The fire that rages down deep inside me
Melts the ice that circulates inside my veins
For hate and anger never solve my problems
Nor do they heal my wounds or cease my pain
One day I know this journey will be ending
Like a string that has been shortened by a knife
Until that time I'm trained to keep pretending
As I saunter down the corridor of life.