I have a mind
that can take me along the road
for miles.
I sometimes swallow myself
in my own pity.
I was caring, joyful,
and even sometimes sorrowful.
But hey, everyone has problems.
Until that one day
i experienced the real meaning of problems.
I turned into an angry,
foul, cruel, and lost person.
I never dared risk anything i had,
for fear i would lose everything.
Although i forgot one thing.
I had nothing.
No faith,
no one to call 'friend',
no one beside me.
"My shadow was the only one walking beside me."
"My shallow heart was the only thing that was beating."
Until that one day
it all came back to me.
Out of thin air,
like it was magic.
I'm still afraid to give in.
I'm thinking this is taking me somewhere,
somewhat positive.
I chose that road
so i cant turn back,
But ill keep going
and make a sharp turn to that old life.
I'm asking myself,
What do i have to lose?
Everything.
But for some strange reason I'm risking that.
