The Traveler

Every step I take on the path that lies before me

Is a step that I can never take back

And though I cannot stop myself from moving

I can never step off the beaten track

The only footprints on this lonely path

Are the ones that I have yet to make

I’m drawn to the end of my desolate road

Past crossroads that I know are fake

Nothing but a puppet pulled by invisible strings

I’m forced to love the road I hate

So I’ll just keep walking until I can’t go on

For I know I can’t escape my fate