Standing at the brink of ditch,
Shattered and tattered,
As I hold my pieces together
I ask myself,
When would this vagary be over?
Labyrinth is where I always land
Each time I desire His hand
Stupid me, I trust Him again
Mirage is what I retain
I shall let go of it
Call it my deliberate exaltation
I shall let go of it
Call it my helpless submission
Shall let my life flail and fling,
To the tunes of destiny
Shall let it wring and spin
In the pursuit of false epiphany
