Lost Poem by Anonymous Still

The road seems covered with clouds
The voice inside the mind getting very loud
It always told me this is the way
but when halfway through why forcing me to back away
When the dark night dawns and the sun seems to set
When the birds go home and everything tends to forget
this is when the stones hit the feet and woody path is known
with long lost soul and every broken bone
but still the moonlight tempts to follow the way
with still the hope that sooner will be a brighter day
but the doubts still covers the mind
the faith was so strong that the eyes were blind
the road is so alone and will get very rough
the only way to survive they say is to get very tough
but is this transition possible so soon enough
to hit the miles so smooth when the time huff! ! !