Lost in my own maze of thoughts
I seem to stumble upon the same corner
Would a magic spell carve a way out,
If I end up standing there longer?
So many questions on the future
No place to start for an answer
I try to keep my composure
Only till the fears take me over
Everybody must be doing something right
Stoic and poise, all I could see
Or is it just a resemblance to fright?
for nobody's got it together as they claim to be
Being in the place where one wants to be
Longing to know where that might be
The first appears a much simpler matter
Against the tormenting shades of the latter
Why is it always an internal war
A choice between who you are and what you can do
To be what you want to be
Amidst the trenches you are put through
No one truth, neither is anything unabated
Its only a gauge for the self
To see the soul vulnerable and naked
To witness the actions you could shelf
On the road to understanding one's purpose
Only the fools that wander are found
Hardly for the taste of glory
Neither they revel in the cheering sound
It isn't the follies of love and hatred,
seven deadly sins or their counterparts
They are let loose in the quest for destiny
For it isn't a choice in their hearts
