Rooms foreshadowing the path,
Walking for miles seem endless,
In circles I go around,
Holding a cage instead of a candle made me look like an idiot.
Searching a guide in form of a light,
The light of the moon did wonders,
The sound of animals is heard,
Beating behind the walls of the room.
Hands are shivering,
To seek for a path to match her will,
Clogged with blindness,
She spoke nothing of the truth.
Nothing seems to be in order,
To see yet to offer,
Holding it like a fool out of love,
She knew she is better off alone forever.