The Broken Road

Don't take me down that broken road. I must admit, the bumps are fun. The thrill reminds me this heart in my chest still beats. When my face feels the dirt, I am lonely. Which was the bump that caused me to fall? It was that one, yes, that one. I do know it well. The rock made of steel. With all my might I have tried to move it, crush it, hide it...yet I stumble still.

Don't take me down that broken road. The one I love, my favorite one. I long to feel the thrill again. It gives me pain. Lovely, sweet and bitter pain. The extremes I'll gladly visit and say Hello, but shall I live there? Hell no! I fear I'll drown if I stay down.

Don't take me down that broken road. The one I take myself. Another road? Does it exist? One without bumps I can't crush with my fist. A smooth road. A flat road. A silent and boring road. Shall I go there with my brain lying flat on a bed on silent noise? Could I go up and not fall? No. The bumps take me up. The bumps take me down. I must fall after all.

Take me down that old broken road. The one I've traveled a thousand times. Tears of joy and tears of pain will soften the frozen ground. "Life goes on" I hear people say, but what does that mean? Day after day. The road of life is broken and that is all I have to say.