I know what I need and I need what I know.
I go with what I see until I see which way to go.
Dismal indeed is a dream bearing burdens,
Just As feeble as freedom when it's bound to misfortune.

I scrape against my dull surroundings,
I was lonely when you found me.
I need something new to feed from.
I am trapped by too much freedom.

Surprised by how much was forgotten
Tending to these constant problems.

But chaos breeds creation,
Once confusion becomes clear.
What was weakness now's a weapon,
Tools that free us from our fears.