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
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