Forking Paths

I’m tired of bad news,
I’m tired of fighting,
I don’t remember when life was exciting,
Is this the way it’s going to be till the end?

I don’t want to leave it wondering.

So hard to empathise,
So many hostile,
Like parsing babble to arrive at the gospel,
Only to find it wasn’t very interesting.

I don’t want to read it wondering.

My love and hate were always married, never friends.

I love the high road, I love the low road,
I’ve taken both roads and never known why.
It shouldn’t matter so, but I seem to need to know,
Why each foot in a row will lead me round the bend.
It’s just the way I’m going to make it to the end.

I don’t want to leave it wondering.