A mist so bright all are blind to it.
A road commonly traveled
Though many abandon the lit
Trying to cross the dark end sides.
Across each of these paths, only a few
make it through. The heroes of the story, fighting to live for a longer ever after,
not even the winners last long being separated from this road.
A pulsing, pushing, the problem lies beneath
the layer we all have. Pain, scraps, scars,
all sit on top of the layer. Never a day,
never a moment, do they disappear.
But yet this road we take, ominous and
hiding, cover us, let us be safe.
All till the fag fades and the light returns.