Crossroads - ill-esha

This is the road I cannot follow

The bitter pill I cannot swallow

And all the fences start to mend

And all the edges getting hemmed

I still can’t sleep

(repeat)

All these stillborn ideas

Weapons confiscated

Gonna need to float

Till this gravity’s abated

And I’ve spent some time

Sweeping up the ashes scattered by this fire

And there’s no incentive

in these smoke damaged memories

Pretty pictures scarred by the flames of what can never be

Spent some time

Sweeping up the ashes from this fire

This is the road I cannot follow

The bitter pill I cannot swallow

What do you do?

How do you sleep?

When your worst nightmare is reflected in the eyes of the company you keep?