i walk down the dead alley,
listening only to my footsteps.
what has brought me here?
what will be at the end for me?

the gravel grinds under my feet,
only to antagonize the ache.
how much farther til the end?
where will i end up this time?

wakeless puddles lay astrewn,
lifeless as the vibe around me.
whats the purpose of continuing?
why not just lay like a puddle?

i look up to only cloud cover,
theres no moon to direct me.
should i look for guidance?
am i not strong enough yet?

the clouds burst open with tears,
the water is soothing but cold.
will this wash away my sins?
do i want the stains to go away?

i peer down the perpetual alley,
and i witness a light at the very end.
why is there a light at the end?
what the hell is this illumination?

i rush to decipher what it there,
only to happen upon a lone streetlight.
why is there but one eremetic light?
does it give more than it is?

where the hell am i now?
why am i here gazing at a light?
was there a purpose in all of this?
whats in store for me after this?

i guess ill head back.