Frost on the Path to Nowhere

It's funny how it seems to be,

My biggest fear is following me,

It's sad how people are are to find;

The epiphany slowly haunts behind.

You did three quarters of the work,

The days go by

You won't turn back no more

You're slowly dying

I know it is a long road

And the journey's path is long

The end isn't near so

I know you'll walk alone