Time and again I find myself
In the same old swamp, drunk on despair.
Am I to blame on my bleak condition?
Or is the choice not truly mine?

Doomed thus to wander 'til I'll break asunder,
Desperate I search for some way out.
Guess inside I know that this mess won't go
Until myself I will awake.

Something lies dormant, but whether or not
I am yet ready for it I'm not sure.
I want to change but I guess I'm afraid
Of the unknown, of what is yet to come.

Does this mean that I am a coward?
I hope not, but if so, myself I must change.
I need to try, truly, reach out,
And for that I must act, once and for all.