Blurred Pathways...

In the middle of a foggy winter

Here I am, following a blurred pathway

Tempted by the Devil, I fall

My guardian angel lets go of my hand with a tear...

In the end of a scorching summer

Desert mirages are at play;

I am in the sand dunes and I call

For someone who can erase my fear...

In the passage of autumn, some part of me dies away

As a dry leaf that falls off a bare tree 

As a life that has subdued itself for a long slumber;

Tired of fighting, tired of confrontations...

It is Spring; will it be a new life, a new day?

Can we ever be free

Of blurred pathways that seem to stretch on forever;

The alleys of Desolation..