There is nothing ahead.
There is nothing behind.
And yet I go forward. Though I know not why.
What purpose? What mission? Why must I chore?
Am I cursed to go forward? With no end in sight?
There is nothing ahead.
There is nothing behind.
I cannot go backward. There is no need to try.
The road must go somewhere. Else what is it for?
So I just keep on walking. Though it brings no delight.
There is nothing ahead.
There is nothing behind.
Must I go on forever? Should I give up and die?
Or keep moving forward? I don’t know anymore.
Yet my feet move me onward. I guess this is my plight.
There is notihng ahead.
There is nothing behind.
I fell like i am watching a part of your soul that has been aloud to express it self to those around you. For being listed as crappy it has some heavy thinking behind it. I like it, well done.
Thanks man.