Seasons

What is this place

Seems all to familiar

So foreign, yet so recognizable

A road long since traveled

That state of reckless abandon

Unguarded, unassured

Been down this road before

Can't take this feeling anymore

Searching for the one

To prove I deserve to be had

It's not my time

The trend leaves me broken

(Until that time

These words will be spoken)

So what's to be done?

A crossroads have been met

Is there a lesser of two evils?

One road leads to empty

The other confusion

Both leave me without

Asking questions in circles

Someone make sense

Of all this mess

Only certainty

Is a stronger man

Would have rid himself

Of such travesty

Trading tyrant and torment

For the knowledge

The right choice was made

It's a rarity

Removing passion from logic

Gain some piece of mind

Knowing integrity was not left behind