Stroll Of Choice - Need

The open path is cold chilling my spine

I reek of life

If god already died, what am I to do?

I understand

Raped my mind, still I choose blind

Narrow paths are merging

Show me how to reach the pattern’s end

Patterns upon the wind, did you leave us?

Floating oblivion, they mean nothing

The price of ignorance I have to pay now

The choice is hard

Pattern’s changing fast my life is fading

Don’t read the lines

Useless lives are sold

A universal stroll