Frustration, in so many words.

There is a road between the world and I.
And I can't seem to get across it.
I feel like the fog is falling over me.
As I slumber my way down it.

There are no lights guiding this direction
No signs telling me to turn this way or that way
Nothing but an empty black street in front of me
And nothing else to see.

I've tried and I keep trying
to reach what others have already reached.
A world with simple but concrete things.
Other than this paved concrete beneath me.

And yet I am not reaching or stumbling across it.
I am just reaching.
I am just stumbling.
I am just falling and cursing my way down the twists and turns
of this unfaithful walk.

Wondering is so stupid.
Dreaming is so juvenile.
Yet these are things my childish mind conjures up.
To taunt me and tease me
And give hope that has no foundation.

Oh, the emptiness I feel as I walk along this god forsaken road.
Whether alone or with company
I forever feel abandoned and alone.

To what god should I put my trust in?
To make things better and make me whole?
To what answers do you have?
In all of the philosophy books you hold?

How am I to be optimistic and smile as I crawl
Across this barren road of nothingness?
Just so I can end up where I am,
Frustrated, Angry and alone.