Analysis of Crossroads

In the twilight before the morn
Scattered grass iced, forlorn
Silence in the air ash at dawn
Fire burnt out and clouds in storm

Life in vain for a purpose lost
Empty pockets wealths secret cost
Deamon woman in dress and frock
Promising warmth untill 8 o'clock

Frozen yet still full of hope
That packs were made
without ability to  cope
 Into uncertain stomy seas i waded
And no lifeboat according to dotted line
The down and out  ontract declined
For useless has become a truth
Far from goal and far from youth

Wishing a u turn in times secret run
Not to have lost but actually have won
Defeated by a lust for its own making...
Soul left bare for the taking
Evil eyes is silent wake
This time to home a journey I make
Not to embracing the failure of me
Never around no more to see.