Tired and weary, just go ahead and swing it thru,
the life you've already given.
Losses and the empty no reason to be driven,
remembering you're not who you were, wondering what to do.
Broken and tattered you're outside a package,
secret wars fought within.
Kept secrets, hidden sin,
your life just steps ahead as you thinly avoid forthcoming wreckage.
Writing on the hallowed walls,
understand they won't.
Pasts surround, often pushed down,
they forget that alone, every man falls.
Believing each one is the next to the last,
the key constantly escapes thee.
Hidden behind false smiles abound,
bitter nightmares all shrieking in the mind as they rise from the past.
The line that is less walked, the hardest to survive,
many don't finish that long days' journey.
Life, one long and constant day,
the pain of that day barely allowing for an escape while alive.
It's not what they told us when we were young,
not lies or deceits.
Wanting the best for their children, they saw nothing but promise,
imagining that done right our lives could be fun.
From day one the journey required more,
nothing about it what we were taught.
Seeing it from behind our eyes not,
it's been forever ago that I didn't already have one foot out the door.
Truth sets in and nothing else matters,
hidden behind windows that go nowhere.
Maybe, the soul was never there,
answering why that one foot was always out the door.
Compulsions abounded evermore,
like rough coming storms.
Testing the lines of societies norms,
Slowly, losing the fight, the foot rises to join the one already out the door.
Finally, mercy, as the lights go out more and more,
silencing the demons, pain, and suffering.
Slowly, the lights disappear, darkness smothering,
the other foot swings through the door.
The entrance to peace,