A Way Out
As I walk through, pacing my steps
I walk out a door only to discover another dark room
I am lost in this place, just another blinded face
Where am I now, how did I find this strange place
My life, full of dark rooms
I wonder about trying to understand my future steps
Do I keep searching? Is there a way out?
How can I tell, When will I uncover my future?
I search into the depths of oblivion, countless doors, and countless options
Can I ever tell my next step, my next door?
I still ponder this; is there a way out or am I just in another blinded place.