To think for myself, A search deep within. Find my thoughts, And make them mine.
I used to think streetlights shone on to the road, But perspective says the road was the one shining, Albeit under the streetlight. Then again, sometimes the light can be blinding, And the road shines brighter in the rain, Imagine pathetic fallacy.
You taught me to sink.
To see how wrong I always was, My deepest enemy is myself and not you. You told me your thoughts I made them mine.