I can't finish it no matter how hard I try.

Struggling with my thoughts, struggling with my life.

What? Its a start, ok it won't strife.

Walking under the sunset, Under the light I can't see.

Where am I going, what can I possibly be.

Does life really have a finish? Is it an unfinished open book?

Can I possibly turn that way? Oh that path I took.

Its a hard gravley path, but it seems to have a light.

The other path looked so much smoother, ok, I'll bight!!!!!

That other path must of had something better then this, somthing tempting and unforseen.

Something that I might of not of forgotten, but I don't know where its been.

Do I turn back and pick it up? Do I try to live an easier life with the other given up?

Or should I continue with this one and live life better later on? Oh well, I'll eventually make it to the top.

Until then, I can't finish it no matter how hard I try.

(figured I'd go back to my satire self that got me to the funnel, sorry it took long.)

R.M.