Sometimes I try to find myself Beneath the sheath of broken glass Time’s defied, hours pass. I’ve somehow lost my mind.
I sought through thoughts uneven, to leave with empty hands. The lands I’ve traveled and roads I’ve crossed, and still no better man.
As if it didn’t matter, the efforts one endures Her demure is just a veil, she wears to seek the truth. Through constant clash, she rushes past Leaves the looking glass behind. A quake of constant despondency Rattles through her mind She turns back once more before, she’s washed upon the shore.
A valley of perplexity holds dreams, yet to come true. The quiet darkness tempts her. And suddenly she’s you.
She’s spent from all the racket. As the lawlessness of latter days Brings death to her malpractice. Could this be, shall she know? True freedom when it nears? Or will she fear it and back away Like patterns of previous years. And suddenly a voice spoke softly, “The choice is yours my dear”