It's cold, dark, and foggy
The path is not too clear
It is possibly a dead end
Forever it will stay this way
I see it everyday
No one notices though
I have feelings too
That need to be unleashed
Tears come out once every blue moon
But are wiped away as fast as possible
They never make it
Should they?
The future is always on my mind
Will it always be like this?
If it is I could never handle it
Yet, I can't imagine anything different