Not all means are justified.
Stuck as I am, still walking on a track
with every step undefined.
Do I count my moves as I make them
Or leave a trail of crumbs behind?
Need I let myself come back to
The starting point, or walk forward, determined?
Grasping on straws that strengthen me
But letting tough ropes split my skin
Yearning to be boundless, free,
Screaming from within.
Do I choose what I can
or choose what I must do?
Either may work, but in this life
the only way out is through...