Concrete Roads

Take my hand and walk with me Seemingly fresh air we breathe The space around us is gray The road beneath us is paved Every step along the way Fueled with reassurance Steady to the destination By habitual vision Blinded to roadside disruptions I don't think I know what's going on But my actions begin to feel wrong Like distorted mirrors, illusions drawn Am I me or to this world a pawn? Show your eyes and talk to me Tell me you see what I see The walls around us are black Approaching like death in a trap Spilling all over the maps Fueled with reassurance Steady to the destination By habitual vision Blinded to roadside disruptions I don't think I know what's going on But my actions begin to feel wrong Like distorted mirrors, illusions drawn Am I me or to this world a pawn? Everyone refutes what I say That roads had always been this way Am I the one going insane Or all that truly remain Of shades? Stubbornness from dusts once bloomed Roads now ruthlessly cut through The grounds are poisoned, the tides grew Impact secretly brute Subdued