desolate destiny, by tink Subscribe to rss feed for tink

Faced with a decision
right or wrong
no tell tale signs for where you should go
no sparkling streams or greener grass
just stark desolate solitude
every where you turn
facing a blank wall with question marks stamped into it
a never ending blackness of curiosity and unknown
doing the best you can to keep your head up 
despite all else that trips you up you keep telling yourself
that it will be ok because eventually all of this will all
be over
but then what?
whats at the end of all this?
what is the plot that lays in store in the shadows?
what is the point?

Posted: 2005-03-17 14:21:52 UTC

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