If I could paint a picture of who I really am,
I would paint a picture of a road that has no end.
I would paint a little child walking along my path,
Leaving out the bitter monsters that controlled her past.
Piney trees would streak the canvas to protect that little girl,
keeping her safe from the evil, outter world.
Once she looks up at the glowing, lively sky,
she would never have to shed a tear, never have to cry.
There would be no reason to navigate where she must go,
when she travels on down that timeless, endless road.
But somewhere off in the distance, that endless road did drop.
A "Dead End" sign sits, waiting for her to stop.
As she edges nearer to that end not meant to be,
she wouldn't understand what it is that she must see.
Concentrating on her steps, her hush then would explode,
stepping on the hazel earth that ended the endless road.
Now unable to continue, yet unable to stop,
she would kneel down on that road that shouldn't have a drop.
She would sit there a moment, realizing what it must be,
that "Dead End" sign and endless road was really simply me.
That road you couldn't continue, yet not able to stop,
unable to change that solid path, that wasn't supposed to drop.
That path that couldn't be changed, yet could not be finished,
I'm the endless road that can never be diminished.
