The Chosen One - Destrage

Everything scares us

Yet all is harmless

Everything scares us

Yet all is harmless

Can’t be that bad

It’s just a scratch

But can’t be left like that

Can’t be left like that

No leader preceding

No supporter following

Alone with doors kicking

And obstacles jumping

The barriers in my way

Fine barrels where I age

Weak phantoms in my days

Crawl in a circle chase

Within tired, sleepy dreams lay

Left with a few options to choose

But none of them looks attractive

Headfirst

No caution to use

Nor courage, nor might to prove

My choice taken in a blind shot

Pursued even if not ideal

Chosen because it’s real

And the sense of it all

I will grasp in a thousand years

We are the best that ever happened to ourselves

We are a bunch of the million chosen ones