There's so much I can't get a grip on,
so much I can't really see.
But does it really matter
to anyone else but me?

So many roads I went down
when I knew I shouldn't have.
So many times I left myself to drown
thinking I was being brave.

Instinct, that tickling sensation
is it real or is it not?
Instinct, it's ringing heavy in my ears
but still I let go far to easy of my fears.

Have I learned nothing
or did I in fact earn a prize?
Have I learned something
hidden behind a surprise?

Secrets unravel,
lies travel,
raven crows
and nobody knows
where this will end...
Least of all me
because I just don't want to see.