Grips of Realty

Wondering what

Wondering why I can not follow the road

I will follow the path tread by others

Sorrow fills the steps I see

Steps of progress and empty pits

Where is person that sent me on my way

The guide promised

Blind as I was stumbling through the journey

Leading to the road which could not be

The path followed was blind

We stumble through the darkness leading to the edge . . .