I’m moving with currents, to convince me, I’m fine.
Drawing brilliant endings, do it all of the time.
I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what to find.
I don’t know what is real. I don’t know how to try.

Searching the way, to defeat states of mind.
My thoughts forming weapons. I Don’t know how they’re mine.
I don’t know where they’re from. I don’t know if they lie.
I've no reason to live, but have no right to die.

In this sea of doubt, no lighthouse stands.
Guided by shadows, a dark future that’s planned.
Not knowing the answers, or even my reasons.
Each question is a path toward my demons in legions.

Steps are...