I stumbled across my wrongs

Their shapes were spiky, they crumbled

Where shades mixed, they troubled

There is a pleasure

I hate taking the measure

I’d rather let you feature

I stumbled across my wrongs

I was blind but happy, they babbled

Ended sharing hands, a few troubled

We love doing what we want

Isn’t it easy, to destroy it all?

In this path, I hope I don’t fall

They mix with the dark

People don’t want to see the light

They rather listen to a blind describing the fight

I woke up

I felt worked up

I melted while I spit up

Everything I said

Everything I did

Everything I think

It was all a dream

The forest path I dream

The blind I meet

I close my eyes, I rather fight

I came back, but it was light

I hate not being right