When a road I venture has no end All strides never leave the ground Lights fade and mist descends Monotony makes the heart pound Inside a crack appears again How adeptly can this be covered Why can no one see the pain And yet it has me smothered Time seems such a cruel master For every day begins the same A sore hidden by a fickle plaster Yet compelled, I play this game If only fate would lend a hand Brought on a silver platter I could finally make a stand Do things that truly matter