End of path

[Phil-O-Soph]

Smashed back on the road of truth,
Again I’m walkin‘ with no shoes.
No clothes, no map, nowhere to go,
No footprints left, no view, no home.
I only feel my achin‘ soles
From blisters burnin‘ down to holes.

Smashed back in the seat of ice,
Again I’m lost, could need advice.
No skin, no hair, no hold to grab.
Instead of eyes there’s just a gap.
No seein’ good, no seein’ bad,
No senses guide me on this track.

Smashed back on the floor of life,
Again I seek a place to hide.
No brain, no bones, no muscles left
To save me from this bitter theft
Of lovin’, smilin’, hatin’, cryin’.
I’m done with walkin’, here I’m lyin’!