So little

This little stone path,
Is the one that I take,

To escape cruel reality,
In your mind it's all fake,

With your material possessions,
All the things that you can feel,

All these things are now gone,
Yet there still so surreal,

Among all your friends,
Throughout all your peers,

All these things you will tend,
All these lies become fears,

For the end has begun,
There is little to do,

You've nowhere to run,
Yet so little you knew.