There's an empty passion within me, So many hopes and dreams, yet no direction.
I feel bound, by chains and locks and walls so indescribable it is
My passion is clear, like an untouched lake, but I see no path, I'm a runner on the road, an endless road of wonder,
all leading to my home, as I run I nearly reach my destination, and then I run back, not from fear, but doubt.
This doubt is my *******, I long for escape, but it has its grip, It is crushing me in a straightjacket of hopelessness, and I so long for a breath of fresh air,
a glimpse, a sign, that one of these infinite roads leads to something, a glimpse of my destination, a savior, certainty, absolution