Why wait,
When there is not going to any change,
Not any different,
Would thing be,
Yet why do you keep walking?
Down the road,
In the darkness,
It could be the end,
Yet without a care,
Not quite often to say the least,
Walking down the road,
Aimlessly,
Just another day,
Right after the same day before.
Suffocating,
Fog is pressing down,
Choking all,
The mist is dense with poison,
Running away is a choice,
That is not being opted,
For things of value,
At the very least, one,
Would be left behind,
Which needs support.
How long in the tunnel?
How much longer?
Muttering a prayer,
Continuing walking,
The spirit needs saving,
From this hell of choice,
Created without realization.