Move On

Have no clue about this one, but it is in my handwriting so I must have written it. I do like the third stanza, but the rest is quite odd

Laying here, wondering,
is all I every do now,
wondering if my choices will fail,
wondering if they will succeed,

I can't seem to comprehend,
that phrase so easily said,
Move on,
It is my savior and my death,

My yellow brick road,
now turns to dust and dirt,
leaving my once clear road,
into a hazy path, no well-trodden

As my mind searches for my answers,
I will try my best to deal,
but with these violins playing to my death,
it shall yield

Reviews

[Hingabe]

I like the sense of doubt in the first paragraph. In paragraph two, telling people to move on. In the third paragraph, I like the reference to the Yellow Brick Road and this has kind of a sad mood to it. In the last paragraph, I like how it ends in "death" and violins playing to your death. Very interesting.. And a good read.