Wand'ring paths where no light shines;
Tangled up in webs and vines;
Misled by mistaken signs;
Looking for myself.

Landscape rising bleak and stark;
Meeting strangers in the dark;
Arrows find their bleeding mark;
Looking for myself.

Eyes that look but cannot see;
Feet that run but cannot flee;
Thoughts that sing but are not free;
Looking for myself.

Flowers growing upside down;
Water burning with no sound;
Shadows gath'ring all around;
Looking for myself.