roads

Well, I have evidently been missing in action for quite sometime. I actually found myself quite busy with the ongoings of occurances in everyday life, yet my mind it acts as (hmm) overflowing washing machine; thus i return to my thoughts. With out further adue, I present
Roads
Here we journey down this broken down road,
full of curves forever winding around,
& as we go along we hear all these harsh sounds,
with dirt steadily growing in our tracks.
With each foot forward you feel as though you might lose balance because of those who produce malice,
shouting around you these horrible names,
these shames and blames playing such hanieous games,
you suddenly start going insane,
feeling lost although you know the way,
still you go astray.
You have to prove somehow that your not what they say,
Some throw stones from a glass house,
reinact the role of cat and mouse,
and constantly you fill with such doubt,
that you decide to follow suit,
and become stuck in the ongoing cycle you put on the same boot,
that have traveled the same road you might have,
isn't that a great laugh,
you travelled the same road to get stuck in the same way to play the same games that they play?