Sometimes the road of life
Leads to some cities and towns
You don't wanna go to
Some are the big smog filled cities
Some are the deserted ghost towns
Filled with all the things that
An innocent child's nightmares are made of
These places are uncomfortable
They make us want to hide
Run.
Our thoughts are all different
But they have the same purpose
We roam down the road of life
Sometimes fast at times slow
But the road keeps going
We are brought to places
We don't want to be
But we are never brought to places
That have no exit
There is always another place
When our path finally does end
It is never in one of those places
Fear and hostility are
No where to be found at the end of time
Peace and serenity
When we finally leave our path
Where our human form can no longer walk
We are home.