I'm walking, I'm running, on a road that never seem to end, the skies are grey, my visions a blur, i don't know where i'm going, not able to see what's ahead, not able to find my way back.
my journey is an illusion, a dream shrouded in mist.
I am lost. aimlessly, running in circles.
And I would not know, for I am too lost to even find myself.
will i come out alive?
will you still recognize me once the Sun comes out? when i don't know myself.