The End of the Future


– From The Journal of Disjointed Thoughts –

I was midway through life’s journey when I stopped and looked around
What I had thought was a firm foundation was no longer solid ground
When everything I know and love tells me what I should be
And I’m left with the question of what is best for me

Well the miles have taken there toll, and my sins have as well
Scarred and calloused by my life, by my youthful trips through hell
So I tramp along with my heavy pack, and I smile though the tears
As I think about what I’ve done and do, and will do in the coming years

Then why the awful silence, that comes echoing in reply
To the hasty prayers said at night, and the silent questions why?

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