Oh these years of misconception

Would have led anyone in a place of mist

Uncertainty fools one

Blind be the meek

For they shall stand in the middle of the path

Don't ever give a glance at your sides

Keep the way enlightened

Don't let darkness be evermore

Another path there is

That hurts heart and soul

It shows both truth and scorn

Its end reveals wisdom and despair

Tightest links are those

You tie around your own world

Blindest eyes will ever see

But yet the Chrysalis that's weaved is hollow and dead

A meaningless existence implies an arbitrary end