To Travel a Well-Worn Road
Which road to take? He dose not know.
How far to walk, too fast, too slow?
Whilst shall the Traveler go?
We cannot tell, nor does he show.
To travel here, this well-worn road.
A choice of such great magnitude.
The sun sinks down, his time erodes.
The Traveler's thoughts, they do elude.
His choice to make, it's far too late.
The road, it chose, his path to take.
It leads him there, his death, his fate.
He cannot now his life forsake.
Whilst shall the Traveler go?
The road, it chose, only it knows.
How far to walk, too fast, too slow?
Whilst shall the Traveler go?
We cannot tell, nor does he show.
To travel here, this well-worn road.
A choice of such great magnitude.
The sun sinks down, his time erodes.
The Traveler's thoughts, they do elude.
His choice to make, it's far too late.
The road, it chose, his path to take.
It leads him there, his death, his fate.
He cannot now his life forsake.
Whilst shall the Traveler go?
The road, it chose, only it knows.
