Forking Paths

I’m tired of bad news, I’m tired of fighting, I don’t remember when life was exciting, Is this the way it’s going to be till the end? I don’t want to leave it wondering. So hard to empathise, So many hostile, Like parsing babble to arrive at the gospel, Only to find it wasn’t very interesting. I don’t want to read it wondering. My love and hate were always married, never friends. I love the high road, I love the low road, I’ve taken both roads and never known why. It shouldn’t matter so, but I seem to need to know, Why each foot in a row will lead me round the bend. It’s just the way I’m going to make it to the end. I don’t want to leave it wondering.