[Verse 1]
Footsteps running through the mirror maze,
Left or right—both look the same.
Every choice leads back to where I stand,
Like a map drawn by a shaking hand.
[Chorus]
Tell me, is the answer real?
Or just a trick the mind reveals?
Round and round, I chase the thought,
Catching nothing, losing all I've got.
[Verse 2]
Falling forward, yet I never land,
Grabbing truth like grains of sand.
The closer I get, the further it seems,
Reality bends between the seams.