I stand alone on this endless road, Shadows clutch me in their silent hold. No flicker of light, no whisper of hope, Just darkness weaving its unyielding rope. I run, I chase, I reach for the sun, Yet night consumes me — I am outrun. Whom can I trust? To whom can I confide? Who’ll walk beside me through this rising tide? The ones who left, fading into gray, Or me, who veered from the destined way? Whose fault is this — theirs, or mine? Perhaps I am the flaw in every line. Still, through the pain, the endless strife, I carry the weight — the fault of life. Yet even here, in shadow’s embrace, I find the courage to hold my pace.