How lonely the road is
That leads to somewhere you have never been.
Winding its way further into a mysterious Place,
A Place that begins and ends with one Face.
A Face that captivates. It mystifies.
Drawing the sight of unsuspecting eyes.
It seems so present, so tauntingly alive.
If only you could just let it be. Let it die.
But the image is burned in the back of your mind
No matter if it is something you should not try to find.
Heartache, emptiness, and shame
Must be the results of walking such a way.
So, naturally, you must continue on,
Trying to sing yourself a happier song.
Thoughtlessly you continue down the road
As it leads you farther and farther from home.
It is the Fireworks along the way
That keep your feet from turning astray.
Unrecognized and unsuspected
You go along without being detected.
There is a thought of being found
If only from your silent footprints on the ground.
It is a shame there is no real guarantee
In searching to act but not to be.
