Your Mind

How would anyone get what you mean
If the language you use is so encrypted
When everyting should be so clear
But it's all so blur and hard to steer

It's like driving a car with no breaks on
Never knowing exactly when it will crash
Like not knowing what I will find
Like not knowing what's in your mind

Canyons

Taking a step each day, slowly between the canyons
If I look down, I will surely stumble and fall
The path is each time even more narrow
It may be best if I choose to crawl

Feel like my eyelids are growing heavier
But I will still go forward with my eyes shut
Using only my fingers to guide me through
Hoping not to find out that the path is cut