Time spent in your head. The passages winding like roads ahead. Suddenly, a fork. Do you go left? Or right? Or suddenly stray off the path.
I want to stray. I need to stray. To not know where you'll end up. Somewhere better. Maybe.
No direction is right. Or is right the direction? Needing a helping hand. A strong hand. One that will show me right from wrong. The only one that can trusted.
Who will offer. Will I listen. Finally be guided.