What, is this an abyss I see before me?

Why is it here

Does this mean death for me?

Why can't I visualize my success but see debts only?

Is it time for a new path and to take my decisions solely

Should I really just go away and fade off slowly?

My reader has gone, my thoughts are foreign

The old trees have to be cut down by the saw-men

See the rhyme that I resort to so often

Its finally failing me, the flow has softened

Maybe I have got nothing new to say

Maybe I don't remember my old ways

Whatever it is, I gotta move, for only a rock stays-

In the same place, tying the same lace

Doing it over and over until finally there's no trace-

Left of him, see he never knew that he was out of the race

Even though whatever he made, it was at a decent pace.