There might not be anything

But you'll never know

Till you get there

You might get hurt

But you'll never know

Till you lay your hands on it

Locking up from inside

Keep on saying

That the key is lost

A room of mirror

With a door tight closed

All you see

Is your vulnerable self

If you lost the key

Then break the lock

Horizontal crack

Across the mirror

A shoe that's lost its pair

Scared of being barefooted

Unable to take a step forward

Deeply confused and depressed

Am I being too scared?

Too passive?

There might not be anyting

Things that you'll nеver know

Till you get therе

You might get hurt

Things that you'll never know

Till you lay your hands on it