Just laying in bed
While in your head
Your subconscious is thrown
In a world of its own...

No walls at all and no place to hide,
With no map in hand, no teacher beside;
Just you with yourself and all of your fears
Your decisions, your memories and all of your tears.

Craving for balance
They lie before you...
The paths and directions you once pursued
Along with the trails which await to be sewed...