Looking back at that thorny road
I chose to take not so long ago
at the begining of it another one goes
much less painful, much less wrong

I still pick out thorns from my skin
I cry, I curse, I scream as it bleeds
I could have gone without all of it
chosen more calmness, serenity, peace

In the middle of all that chaos
all those wrong turns, I got lost
like in a...