To Nowhere Down - Dead Moon

To the way things might have been

To roads that never end

Why do we all pretend?

Through a pane of colored glass

I watch as chances pass

Knowing they won’t last

So why’s the road become so narrow?

Maybe I’m a broken arrow

Falling slightly down to nowhere

Take me now if only somewhere

In a sky of scattered blues

I watch them break in two

The way I used to do

From a sea of wasted rhyme

I ask myself sometimes

Are any thoughts really mine?

To nowhere down