the end of the road

the end of the road, the end of life, the end of the day, the end of the night, we travle this road calld life, when we stop in are life its like the shadow of the morning jight, riseing and riseing till it can no more, and then we move on, every stop along the way, every stop we make, every choese we make, till the point we reach the end of the line, the end of the road, siting in the back waching the cars pass by, we drive on frew the nightt, are life, we choese, are we the driver, the seaker of are own life, or will we let someone else drive to there choese, there disier for us, we pass the cars by, we feel the cool wind brease as it turns to night, we drive this road, the road calld life, the road will end one day, one way, as we reach the end of the road, the end of this drive, we sit and wait, wait, we wait for what ever comes next in are life, and then we drive on frew the night, its the street, the path, the road calld life, and at the ned we reach are destination, all we have pland and lived for in are life, only to see the moon fall at the end of the night, the end of the road, the road calld life, this road we drive, this road we ride, this place we sack, all for the stars in the night sky, why, why is this the end of th road, why, why cant this be the start of the next road, the next path, the new way, we drive frew the night, in fear of the day.