Wild

Begging me to trust myself again

Standing in a familiar lane

Planted trees all by myself and now I'm a stray here

Running in a circle

No exit near or far

Forcing myself to not end up at the bar

Part of a phantom race

I learn lessons at a snail's pace

Yet I end up in the same place

Don't give myself the room for mistakes

Don't know when will I stop looking for a face to blame

Retracing the footprints I left when I was strolling through the woods blind

The negative words of the spirits around me and my words of wisdom are all intertwined

All this happening inside the wilderness of my mind