I Don't Know Something

There is something in my way,
I cannot move around it.
There is a block sitting in my path,
a mountain range of impassable heights.
And so I sit and stare,
not with forboding or dispair,
the truth is I don't really care.
I don't know something...something ain't right.

I should just hop on some bus,
take my seat behind the wheel.
Become my own driver
   even though I am the passenger on the road to life.
And so I sit and contemplate,
even silently debate
the issues pertaining to my fate.
I don't know something...something ain't right.

The tombstone and the crow,
they stand tall and offer shade.
I tried to crawl into the darkness,
their shadow has always offered protection.
But in the dusk of her feather,
never lighter than the darkest heather,
I know I will fare better weather.
I don't know something...something ain't right.