Wyrm in the Wood

Maybe there's a worm hidden in the wood And maybe there is magic beyond what's understood But if there is a chosen one, I know it isn't me And if there's meaning in the myth, there's none where I can see My mind was built on scaffolds of story, my soul on a framework of song Despite evidence to the contrary, I knew there was a place I'd belong But I grew older, and some would say wiser, with every inch that was grown I learned to stop looking as tired as my eyes were, for doorways to some land unknown Maybe there's a worm hidden in the wood And maybe there is magic beyond what's understood But if there is a chosen one, I know it isn't me And if there's meaning in the myth, there's none where I can see There was joy in the search for those doors, until year after year I couldn't find that joy anymore, the sad truth crystal clear There's nothing hidden to be found, a truth that makes me ache And if there's any magic around, it's only in what we make So I will make that magic, I will make that myth So what does it matter that it doesn't exist I will find the meaning, I will sing the song And within this world I will belong There can be a worm hidden in the wood There can be magic beyond what's understood There may not be a chosen one, but I can still choose me And I'll make meaning in the myth, now I finally see Now I finally see