Twine

Although we walk the same road, rigid,
as a big black broad,
many up come and go,
though I've sufficed all my soul,
helpless lies,
foolish vows,
for a mere traveler cannot see,
path that we take knows no boundaries

As afoot from afar,
someones steps in,
a stranger,
could it be?
while a hoarse thunder rumbles above,
time tell not is this fantasy...
Oh how I've waited so long,
in this pitch dark hole,
for the thought I'd be condemned,
but I was wrong.