I am tired and the road ahead seems all so long.
The darkness that surrounds me as I move seems almost like a blanket holding me tight.
But I got to go keep on moving even if my heart knows its not right.
Can't seem to slow down just know I will find what I am looking for.
I close my eyes and the tears they just want to come.
Its hard to live life always on the move.
No one to hold me tight when the day is done.
No imprint on the pillow saying someone's been there.
I don't know if I have in me to really care.
I have been traveling way to long.
Putting off things that most have already done.
I've been on the run.
Looking back it all seems like a blur.
I gave you all I've had to give.
That I forgot to live.
Now I am sitting here. Wondering what next. The future is so unclear.
Just feeling like I want to get out of here.
Take the next plane home.
And stay till this feeling is gone.
I know the difference between a job and a career.
One you give eight hours to and one you give your life.
One day you wake and find your an old maid.
Never had the time to be someone's wife.
No babies have you held that you did not have to give back.
I fear it is to late to change my ways.
And have the things I kept putting off for another day.
I walk in the room I am so composed.
No one knows.
My face a mask so many feelings that I hide.
I know I must continue this ride.
What I dream of is not what is real.
It just don't matter how I really feel.