at the woodland gate

[fledgist]

 partway along the path that all must tread

wrong turning taken in the dusk and muck

no hope to find the proper road ahead

 

so easy then to say that truth had fled

give up on life along with all my luck

partway along the path that all must tread

 

while many voices echo no words said

could quite convey how badly one was stuck

no hope to find the proper road ahead

 

darkness around the human world abed

so easy then the mortal form to shuck

partway along the path that all must tread

 

where none could scream from simple weight of dread

no light could come from passing car or truck

no hope to find the proper road ahead

 

the only message was you must fall dead

the world goes on no one will give a fuck

partway along the path that all must tread

no hope to find the proper road ahead