The Crowded Road
I come to the crossroad of life,
I see three roads and take the one most packed,
And, though I grew to have a wife,
I feel like I was putting up an act.
I am always surrounded by others,
Always with one friend or another,
But they are not friends down to the bone.
All I want is friends,
So I change for them.
I keep up with all he trends,
But I am someone else than who I am.
All I do is follow the crowd,
I blend in.
I am not proud,
Of what is now within.
I am nobody,
I am just a part of the crowd.
I am just in my old body,
But a personality I am not allowed.
I long to go back,
to take a better road.
Enduring this place is like taking a slap,
And it seams like time has slowed.
I know, however, that I can not go back,
No matter how hard I try.
For a road is only traveled once in life, never can you retry,
So it is forward I must march, until the whole world goes black.