Your Maze
You’re lost in a maze,
The one that you made,
You lost your map,
The plans that you laid.
You’re running through,
Confused, where to go?
To find the way out,
You’d search high and low.
You stop cold in your tracks,
As the realization hits,
There are two ways out,
There are two exits.
You hadn’t planned it like this.
You hadn’t made it this way,
Your focus is breaking,
And I’m breaking away.
After years of running through,
You decided on the door,
But that door is closed,
I’m not there anymore.
(2011)
