This is quite the predicament.
There is a maze in which I have stepped forth in.
But I am not yet lost.
I have not taken another step.
So I stand here on my own,
Without a doubt I'd rather stand here, then trip and fall to nowhere.
These eyes dare to drag me forth, but I'll hold on to reality.
Cause that's the only place we will truly ever be.
And I've had my time.
A fool trips over the same stones, in the same place, twice.
Tearing them from the Earth has proven futile.
So now I'm left standing before them with my eyes trained away.
Somethings are never meant to be spoken of,
Yet somehow they are,
And to the consequences I shall fall.