Crooked Paths
Step by step, the mile twists tight,Each choice you make steals the light.Through
cracks and shadows, the whispers climb,Forever lost on the crooked line.
Through tangled woods where time won’t flow,My voice will guide,
soft and low.”Each mile you tread secures
your fate,But every end arrives too late.”
The road bends back, it swallows whole,Your steps absorbed into its soul.No
turning back, no sense of time,You are the path, the crooked line.