As a journey begins to end,
A thought creeps in and starts to descend,
if things be here to fade away,
why we fall in love, or why do we go for hate.
bridging gaps and running away,
wearing caps and masks, wearing shoes we never fit in,
singing songs of darkness, dispersing lights astray,
keeping it all close, though it'll belong someday in the bin.
I try to think, I try to change,
the path is bland and straight,
I try to roll a joint, I try to push in a bend,
but before I make a move,
the sky falls and the journey ends.
