Winding roads in the dreary grey of dusk
Neither day nor night, a time of limbo,
My life discarded like an empty husk,
Time now doesn’t even have a window,
Tortuous the journey, never ending,
In the greyness of my life no clear line,
But soon, growing dark will be descending,
This night, for a clearer light I pine,
How will I ever reach my journey’s end,
Fumbling in the fog that plagues my eyes?
Is there a message clear that I can send
Truthful words, honest, without disguise?
I fear the dark, please help me on my way,
Till journeys end, and then a better day
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