Detour

The road said, "Detour," and without hesitation, she went straight ahead.
In hindsight, she wished she would have listened to what the Good Book had said.
But don't do that and do this had no appeal,
There was no awakening, nothing was for real.

She once had a life, a future full of hope,
Now after her great sleep, she can barely cope.
Self-destruction made its way into another's life,
Hardening the heart and adding to strife.

Awake! Awake her young heart might have said,
But it seemed too hard, and her conscience was dead.
Redemption could have come, but was it too late,
Life behind a steel cage, self-destruction sealed her fate.

Can't look in the mirror or see what you saw,
Only a vision of what could have been, half but not all.
Fate, are you laughing at the one road that could have been?
There was no choice. Detour was the end.