The road to my pathway
Intertwined I find my mind
Mangled up with non existence of pride
I feel alive
But cannot find the right time
To blind my heart of my desire
I cannot find the answer
I cannot find the question
To which my heart starts on fire
The road to my pathway is long and winding
Returning is not a choice
Listening has no voice
Go down this mangled frame of mind
Find me there looking out of sorts and still alive
Direct me in my path
Meet me halfway
Somewhere in between this hazy atmosphere
Where night meets day
And all pain is washed away
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