If I could just escape the sticky binds, the glue Take new shape above landscape to find a birds eye view But I’m buried so deep in this riddle Mind enslaved to keep me in the middle In a haze I circle lost in endless maze Fear breeds so easily in confusion From in here It appears there’s no solution How easy it would be To plot a route and be free If a bird would just lend me its eyes Or if, for a moment, on its wings I could fly Then how this maze would loose its enchanting grip No longer crazed From it’s vicelike hold I could slip. How assuring it might be to know the outcome of each turn But then how boring to move forwards with never anything to learn Each corner holds an untold story Though torn we choose Towards loss or glory Never to know what might have been Never shown the paths we haven’t seen We face doubts Regrets We place our bets Can’t be certain Can’t go back Don’t know what’s lurking What might attack But of one thing we can sure We’ll never find a cure For the condition of the human mind Causing it to always find the time To question our every action Sending ourselves into distraction Over all the things that can’t be changed It’s just the way we’ve always behaved!