Shambles

I've rambled roads just to scramble outside in the cold
and living in Shambles preambles what's told
of wretched and heartached in fables of old
where the actor just fails to carry the load

But I pick myself up and I'll turn the next bend
where one road begins, they say, another does end
and the last thing I wanted was to be here again
but the first steps the hardest in the midst of the rain

My worries don't fade with the shade of the clouds
and the voices speak loudest when they come from my mouth
but I wouldn't seek shelter from meancing doubts
cause the voice seeks the choice that I'm worried about

But I pick myself up and I'll turn the next bend
where one road begins, they say, another does end
and the last thing I wanted was to be here again
but the first steps the hardest in the midst of the rain

So in shambles I scramble for the thick of the storm
but the shadow in the distance takes a meancing form
and I searching for blue skies where the wind gust are warm
and the outcasts accepted the miscreants swarm