A walk to the end

Sometimes I find myself standing amidst forest,

standing alone and waving at the tempest

Alone with me and all my conscience,

with no fake pretentions

Just me and my soul,

walking together like gentlefolk

Giving each other a helping hand,

for as long as they stand,

for they are growing weak

But none will speak

They are surronded by the vicious circle of life,

no one knows how long they will survive

For long they have strived,

But they know they will not suffice

for they know life is tough,

and times are getting hard 

but we stay together till death do them apart

till then it's just me and my soul,

waiting for times to grow old.....