Crossroads

It's all in his head And it won't be allayed A strike at the heart Is a sign that he's strayed Incessant shadow Stalks into tomorrow A mind at ease Descends deep into his sorrow No more time for The games that it plays He'll beg for his life In hope it won't stay No more time to March down the road He'll stumble and fall On the crossroads bestowed It's all in his soul Yet it's absent of sight A flash from his eyes Is a sign of the spite His nihilism Refracts across a prism Holding on edge His mind flees from it's prison No more strength for The status quo Stagnation follows With no space to grow No more prayers for False idols, kings They promised the sky Yet clipped off his wings