Dropping hints like a trail of crumbs -leading to my demise
Life is full of terrible surprise

Love is a blindfold
Now’s not the time to be bold

Shattered glass pathways to take you there
In the end only you will care

Man made marvels reach to the sky
In a futile plea – we don’t want to die

Truth has so many interpretations
Varied though in all nations

Carry the weight to the top of the stair
How much more can one mortal man bare

No one sees the light
No one knows what is right

The path is hard and winding
In the end you’ll shed your binding

(written a while ago, just now posting)