Lonesome roads we travel, so much silence upon these endless miles around the stillness.
The winter chill the lack of life out upon these places.
Get up, wake up time to get moving, this town has not what i seek.
Such was the every day speak.
What once was maybe so again.
The reasons to stay are both great and yet not so great all upon the same motion.
My inner being aches for change and for honet happiness that is built upon having some one there at journeys end.
Perhaps I have one last try with in me to leave this place and abandon these labors.
I grow as bitter and as cold as the winter snows and howling winds in the midst of a blizzard.
I might sleep through out the entire winter all but for the reason of paying rent.
If life does not have an answer I perhaps shall leave sooner.
To travel these broken lone roads alone by foot by bus or by plane.
I grow restless of being alone here day after day and night after night.
Time its self seems to be upon a stand still.
I loathe the fact that i am stuck by this fucking lease.
It has turned from a blessing into a stone around the neck.
All i once fought so hard for and cherished has fleeted fast.
The west calls my name and each day I am with out that some one the louder the silence of this hidden voice becomes.
I grow more and more burnt out each and every day and night.
Damn you society and those whom have ruined me your damages have become a burden to which haunts my rest each and every night.
I curse you deception and lies for my deep hurt.
As each and every night i stare upon the ceiling haunted by what once was and why it ended.
The ghosts of those who did not make urge me to go and not turn back.
Seems these ghosts will not cease to urge me forward west.
For now I shall halt all projects for the home until some one make up there mind on being with me or not.
If not I shall remain if so i may go so annoyed by this far distance.
Broken and alone all that i loved is dying.
