Paths
I’m waiting, waiting on the side of the road
You all see me there, good old reliable me
Good for chat, good for a giggle, good for spending waking moments with
Good times for all
I’ll admit, I enjoy the company
Lonely times can indeed be the hardest to endure
It makes me happy to have such dedicated eyes looking my way
Never judging, but listening intently to words I long to say
For all my words though, the stories you tell and the pictures you create
They bring satisfaction to a life once lost
Through the good times and the bad, stories will always be told
And good old reliable me will always listen
But then I notice the paths, one to darkness, one to light
Temptation pulls me towards both, their grips on such a soul hard to pull away from
No, no. I want my own light, my own darkness. It has made me who I am.
Please! Don’t take them from me! Not now!
The paths don’t listen though and with all their strength and will pull me further
Until I’m on the verge of walking along them without ever stopping
One last glimpse to those who have made me happy, and I fall. Out of sight.
I have chosen this, and I shall live with the consequences.
