Piling up into the Eternal Loop

Standing alone on the long path,

Watching as people come and go,

Silent things taunt you,

And haunt you,

Unanswered questions piling up,

Thoughts and dreams unfullfilled,

Your minds screaming at you,

As the lonliness keeps piling up,

All that's been done,

Has already been done,

Sadness keeps piling up,

As your feet follows thousands upon thousands,

Of other people's feet,

Knowing all your works are nothing special,

Disasters keep piling up,

Another death,

Another lie,

Another tear,

Another scream,

Another thing keeps piling up,

As the same path is walked,

Over and over again,

Is there anyway out of this eternal loop?

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A/N: I know it's kinda depressing but I keep thinking of how I'm the same as thousands of other people, people who do the same things over and over. I hate how I always think into things like that, like there has to be something before time started, how there always was something before yet there has to be a beginning but what happened before that. Or how there isn't a reality, only how you see it. Or why do we even exist...Along with tons of things that I can't stop thinking of. I swear I'm crazy or something. I always imagine what people might be thinking and how their acting, when they probable arn't. I'm definately crazy.