In my consciousness even as I sleep I climb up out of my rut so deep
One hand up and on top of the other until I reach the ground and I end my struggle
When I look down I can't see any color
I have climbed up so high yet I still feel smothered.
And when I listen hard I can hear but a peep
Just my fingers as I climb up this wall so steep
Will I see the top and will this climb ever end?
Are the pieces still there? The ones I still need to mend?
It was easy to dig myself so deep in this rut
The journey has proven with easy ins, an out is tough
Maybe in my sloth I just needed too much
And my attention on the right path was paid not enough
As I near my horizon I see a slight bend
The wall is transformed as my mind met the fringe
Now my path is clear, illuminated by light
And now I can steer around what's wrong to what's right
