all I've known turned over to doubt
Longways, short cut, father but near
every direction comes closer to fear
Taken by strangers, outcasted from friends
all over roads will begin where they end
Questioned believers, put faith in deceit
the truths they disclose will diverge where they meet
Then when I found a place to call home
I realized the door was blocked off with stone
Wounded by trying to dig my way in
I mastered the games I must forfeit to win
Upwards, downwards, moving about
always heading away from the safe route
Climbing and falling, front at the rear
every move brings me father from here
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