It is a long and weary road. With curves and bumps. Narrow at times, bending suddenly, without warning. And you have to keep your eyes wide open, always alert, lest you get lost in one of its dark alleys. And your companions drop one by one; sometimes from exhaustion, sometimes willingly, and sometimes they leave you to complete the journey alone. Sometimes you push them away because they're holding you back. And sometimes you want to beg them to stay but your pride stands in the way.
And you always have to keep questioning your decisions. Your choices. You need to reach the end of the road, so you have to keep learning and adjusting your bearings.
And sometimes you just want to be alone, because carrying the burden of compromise and understanding is wearing you down. And sometimes you blame yourself for losing the worthy and keeping the unworthy. And other times you question them; because how could they have abandoned you so easily?
It must be you.
The pattern fits.
It must be you.
So live with it.
And just keep going.
Maybe you'll find someone waiting at the end of the road less traveled.
At the end of the loneliest road.
And you always have to keep questioning your decisions. Your choices. You need to reach the end of the road, so you have to keep learning and adjusting your bearings.
And sometimes you just want to be alone, because carrying the burden of compromise and understanding is wearing you down. And sometimes you blame yourself for losing the worthy and keeping the unworthy. And other times you question them; because how could they have abandoned you so easily?
It must be you.
The pattern fits.
It must be you.
So live with it.
And just keep going.
Maybe you'll find someone waiting at the end of the road less traveled.
At the end of the loneliest road.
