You say you understand me.
You claim to know me.
While you still know,
nothing.

You will insult me behind my back,
then pretend nothing happened.

I am just a pawn,
of your little game.

Maybe I had hope,
Maybe I saw something,
but now I see something else.

What am I chasing?
What am I running to?
What do I see at the end,
of this ever narrowing hallway?

A Small Light?
Or Satan's Play?

Is it worth finding out?

My Heart says yea,
My Brain says nay,

Am I about to snap?
Am I about to break?
Am I about to collapse?

Nay,

Strong I will stay,
against your little play.

I will continue through.

Through this ever closing narrow hallway.

I will finish this race.

For the sake of my sanity,

I will discover *You