It seems that every path I take is intersecting
With another headed off to breach the wall
Of faded fears and insecurities
Holding back with overbearing fear of fallAnd I can only look from where I stand
Down the many roads that meet my own
And see off in the distance virgin lands
That forever will remain to me unknownFor I am filled with two distinctive wells
One filled with all the innocence of rain
That begs me not to fall under the spells
That creep beneath the other filled with pain