I'm lost in this path I've been to before,

Running, chasing my own shadow.

I'm tired of running, I want to give up,

I've wasted myself on this grim taste of fear.

The darkness encloses to comfort me,

Telling me that time's running out.

Yet something inside distracts me,

Promising me light past this imperceptible dream.

I have no breath remaining, time is short,

Life mocks me of my deprivation and trepidation.

Yet hope balances this broken equilibrium,

Tells me to break through this infinite insanity.

The ground beneath orders me to stay

In this darkness, forever and again.

But the air I breathe tells me to turn away

From the darkness, to the direction where my home is at.

So I keep on running, never looking back again

I try to resist the blindfold of the darkness.

Because there's no limit to my limits foretold

I never really know how far I can't go.

There's no telling how far I can't go,

There's always a way back home.