The land was cold, and dark and dreary
Spotlights couldn’t be seen
nor sounds be heard
I took a step forward
And decide it wasn’t enough
The woods was cold, dim and soggy
down the roads where footsteps of another
drifting apart, acting no more as a flocking-fleeting friend
The crate lay heavy in my arms
perhaps I should've chosen another
but I'm too far out
to dare go back and ponder
If perhaps.. the crate had been the right one.
but maybe all wouldn't be laid fair,
until another day
where I make it back and choose what
could've been a tranquil road
The lands were cold, and dark and dreary
there's a cottage nearby
but still I stood by the dark pavement
being me,
deciding still one step after the other wasn't enough
to ease myself despite the aching pain
I doubted myself
despite the warm home nearby
that I..
I travelled by
pushing back the aching pain
and went along my way
Ignoring all the protests the soles speak -
I guess I'll have to save my pain for another day