Dark City Of Thoughts Poem by Phil Panebianco

The skies gray, the streets are dark and gloomy.
The mist falls lightly on the hard, cold floor.
The city is so quiet, so deserted,
all you're left with is your thoughts.
Millions of things running through your mind.
Where is life leading me?
Which path do I take?
What do I want in life?
What is life really?
Are we here for a reason, or just to see if we fail or succeed?
You were dealt a hand in life.
Do you take a hit or do you fold?
Maybe life is nothing more than a mission,
that we must conquer and overcome.
ONly time will tell and fate will take it's course.
We are all a prt of this adventure we call life.