All the things I cannot say
All my thoughts in disarray
What is the solution
To these complicated questions running fast as lightening through my head
sticking there all the while filling my heart with dread
When will this ever long eternity of confusion end
I know you see right through the face I have imprinted upon my own
The lies and false trails set forth are all well known
Getting closer.
Heart pounding harder and faster than the pitter patter of little running feet
The suffocating fear.
Fear of what is not known.
Fear of getting any closer sinks into my skin like those of a thousand shards of glass
Shortness of breath.
What to do when you know not what you want
Ripped at the seams by the cloudy,disfigured mass of future that is ahead of me
Either path taken may end in sorrow
Then again a flicker of light,immense happiness,
may await at the end of this shadowed tunnel
More thoughts.
More confusion.
More masks.
That little path I speak of,
The path of possible doom,
The answer to all of my questions,
Is in the hands of another.