8/12/1999 by Chronofus
The well of tears has broken open,
A little something was all I was hoping.
And now under a radiant sun I am drying out,
Unable to riddle what life is about.
I see there is a path I can follow around,
And the flow of traffic is a deafening sound
Yet somehow I find it too easy to believe,
That the road to follow is built to deceive.
For while it may travel on a meandering course,
And seem as random as my wandering thoughts,
And while it has no beginning and certainly no end,
It seems to go over itself time & again.
I've ridden this merry go round a few times before,
And it always leaves me weary & saddle sore.
I don't know if it was worth it, the price that I paid,
When on the ground my feet should have firmly stayed,
When I got nothing from it in exchange or return,
Except maybe a regrettable lesson I didn't want to learn.
So I've come full cirlce & back to the start,
And I've managed to grow a brand new heart.
The journey is calling, it's giving me a choice,
And it wants me to answer in a strong, clear voice.
I don't know if I can answer it yes or with no,
I've got no energy, no get up & go.
I see no reason to get up and be on my way,
When every year seems to be one long day.
OK, it's a road, that's the job it does,
To string together all my broken loves.
Well, let's get it over with, life has its way,
Give me a push start to get my under way.
I don't care where it takes me as long as it's home,
Because all I want is something of my own.