My history, the middle; my second is first

Footsteps to the riddle, wind and dirt

Lady Direction, she wears worn out shoes

And Mr. Attention, slips from view

I question my answers, I question myself

Landslide election, no one else

I sit on the ladder, but I'm holding the twine

To tie up the matters, to be mine

Into this shell, to complete my destiny

No one can tell

To be awake, what's ahead in front of me

Sleep on the rooftop, live in my bed

I'm rewinding, what you said

Work in the middle, my solitude figth

Somehow that decision, don't seem right

Into this shell, I secure my destiny

No one can tell

Awake the love, unfolding in front of me

Wrapped in cloud

Inside this shell, I create my own destiny

Promise to tell

Wake to the sounds, reverberate

In front of me

Wrapped in a could

Someday the sapphire, its promise will sing

Meantime my direction, slips away

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