The Road - Skepticism

Wide was the road — destination for a hope

Straight was the road — source for a disbelief

Light was the road — enough not to proceed

Destination will be unclear

For the journey I will not be known

It will not be all pleasant

Years on the road

Enough to prove wrong

I could stop or turn back

But I will not

The end may be close

Still distant the goal

Am I past the ordeal

Have I lost a soul

On it goes

For me is the road

Time will cease to matter

Past will mean nothing

Destiantion will remain unclear

So bright one will be blind

I do not see the end

I see the road

Years on the road

Enough to prove wrong

I could stop or turn back

But I will not

The end may be close

Still distant the goalAm I past the ordeal

Have I lost a soul

On it goes

For me is the road

Wide is the road — destination for a hope

Straight is the road — source for a disbelief

Light is the road — enough not to proceed

Destination will stay unclear

For the journey I will not be known