Oh these years of misconception Would have led anyone in a place of mist
Uncertainty fools one Blind be the meek For they shall stand in the middle of the path
Don't ever give a glance at your sides
Keep the way enlightened Don't let darkness be evermore
Another path there is That hurts heart and soul It shows both truth and scorn Its end reveals wisdom and despair Tightest links are those You tie around your own world Blindest eyes will ever see
But yet the Chrysalis that's weaved is hollow and dead A meaningless existence implies an arbitrary end