Crossroads

Rampant are the storms
 Devious, these seas
 These forces we try to master
 Constant weakness to evade
 A strife against the inborn
 Nature of defeat
 Exposure to noxious elements
 The roads we blindly tread
 Solitary ruin
 Befalls me
 The dreaded steps
 From abandoned dreams
 Tired well
 Repeating stream
 The concept of escape
 It seems
 We soldier on
 An unknown path
 For passions and dreams
 No one shares
 What happens when legs grow weary?
 When life's crossroads are but woes to suffer?
 When I'm enclosed in my own mind
 The repeating echo of spinning thoughts
 A reflection in the window, what's there to see?
 A pale face, veil for vacant crowd
 A year of sorrows, here we stand
 No companion but smoldering remnants of dying dreams