Thinking 'bout future and the comfort that I’m in
And my trajectory is straight and wearing thin
Then I see the pen that the drew paradigm again
So I decide to make up my mind

And so I set off on the road with no compass and
No beggar’s bag or the clothes off my back so
I trust wholly in your provision and
Looking at me in the mirror I might feel like a

Fool again
I don’t wanna feel like a fool or that I’m giving in
Throwing down my tools and all my caution to the wind
But it just feels the realest that I’ve ever been
So I’ll become a fool again

And I arrive greeted by all that I needed
And now these walls can’t contain the promises
For which I pleaded