All Ways Are Closed

I'm at crossroads Simply because all my ways are closed By land, by air, and by sea... I am not optimistic About this world Simply because all this world's ways Are closed anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... Our thoughts are greatly closed Simply because they have no pretty ways In our life anytime... I can not move right or left, West or east, South or north, or Up or down Simply because I am tied to our world's ways Which are closed ways anytime... We're all in a lockup Simply because that's how we feel In our world... Our world's ways are merely Our circles and all those shapes That we have made for ourselves... All our ways are closed, so We're only aground Like all those ships that got aground near Those hard rocks Near that rock of suicide and Not so far from that Patos Orchard or Any spots scattered here and there......... ______________________________________________________________________