Haze

How can you tell,
When life is gone,
When you lose a life,
You've wanted so long,
When your world has crumbled,
It's left in rubble,
There comes a time,
your life is in trouble,
What do you do,
In this crossroad of life,
how do you handle,
The never-ending strife,
Do you pack all your things,
With all that you lack,
Walk out the door,
And never look back,
Try and find a place,
Where your heart belongs,
Then find out years later,
you were terribly wrong,
Or do you sit at home,
And lock the door,
Pick up the knife,
You left on the floor,
Run a luke-warm coffin,
Balance in it's wake,
Dance along the lines,
Of greediness and take,
Then where will you go,
Beyond the evening sky,
Who will hold your hand,
As you finally free to fly?