Trailing,
Trailing,
Trailing down a road I know not,
A road dark and cold,
A road empty and desolate.
I wonder in an unknown direction,
Stuck at a crossroad,
What way should I go?
What advice should I take?
Standing in the middle of a crowd,
A crowd full of anger,
A crowd full of hate,
With each acquisition they make,
I shrink within.
To nothingness and emptiness,
To isolation and despair,
I am ripped off of my high self esteem,
And brought down to the ground,
To eat the dust of their shoes,
As the crowd shuffles away from me,
Aired openly,
For display,
For all to see,
For all to make a mockery of me,
And subject me to their negative critics.
My life loses meaning,
Unlike pepper soup which you can taste the bitter yet sweet hot pepper,
My life loses taste as well.
It's sweetness,
It's bitterness,
It's worst and better times,
They all no longer exist for me.
I am Trailing,
Trailing and strolling,
That is what is left of me,
Trailing to where I know not.
