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
