Seconds pass me by, I'm slowly turning as if to flee. Feeling broken, trodden down, this isn't really me. I can't decide which path to take with all these voices speaking out. This opaque vision stifles my pleading shout. The way forward is still foggy as it clears, passing through, running fast, hiding from my fears. Once lost, never found without a helping hand. Rescue me, rescue me, from this wonderland.