On The Path Poem by Matthew Petranovich

Looking at my struggles,
I'm suprised I'm still
alive,
I'm suprised I actually
survived,
the hard work,
the hard times,
feeling lonely,
feeling sick,
feeling happy,
feeling like everything
is falling to s***,
makes me realize
as I look up at the sky,

I'm on my path,
I'm on my own journey,
through this dark and blurry
world.
I'm on my path,
and although my feet are
tired,
I'll keep on walking til
I'm dead in the ground,
and I'll never ever make a sound.

Yes, it is tiresome,
worry so much,
about what lies ahead,
and yea, sometimes
you feel better off dead,
and negativity fills
your head,
But you keep on walking,
even when things seems so dark
and hard,
but
Don't worry your not in a hurry,
to die,
and I can tell just by the look
in your eye.
The truth is you love life,
and I can tell that your gonna survive.
Because

Your on your own path,
Your on your own journey,
through this dark and blurry
world.
Your on your own path,
and though you may worry,
You will keeping walking til
your dead in the ground
and you'll never ever make a sound.

We all walk different roads,
even though some collide,
and we walk along at the same stride,
but there is a turn always somewhere,
and people will disappear,
but we are all walking the same world,
on this beautiful planet Earth.
We will always see each other
again.
Even we die,
and finally go to the
next step of our spiritual
life.
Your see in the end we all are
still alive.
Because

We're on our own path,
We're on our own journey,
and even when we're dead,
we will see each other again.
We're on our path,
we each got our views on the
after life,
but we will see at the end
of our physical life,
and we will see,
if our path and journey
continues alright.