my friend and I are pulled up on the side of the road
and we're both out of ideas on which direction to go
We've been doing circles for hours and the tank's running low
I'm in the passenger seat staring out the window
and I'm content for now, the panorama's got me gripped
But my friend, he's sitting, shifting, biting his lips
Thinking over and over the turnings he might've missed
But there're no road signs here and no map exists
I've contemplated stepping out the car and walking
out into the forest, just that first steps too daunting
It's something I've often dreamt of: going out on a limb
wandering far from the pot holed roads and everything

But in the cocoon the catterpillar's well fed and warm
He needs not worry about the happenings outside of its walls
He just waits, knowing one day his whole world will unravel
And he'll be reborn with wings

Often I contemplate if there's a difference between
Leaves underfoot and leaves floating downstream
They'll be matter one day, then irrefutably fade
And return back to the soil they were born from

But there's no success in drawing on analogies
To calm the nerves of one found as wanting as me
When that butterfly first flaps its wings, its with subconscious belief
And the blind freedom of the stranger standing alone on the beach
But the real world's so vivid that it strains my eyes
The spectrum's so vast, noone sees in black and white
So leave that outsider in his cell 'cause empathy feels so right
The most treasured of our gifts and yet our greatest plight

And I'm happy in the shackles of an existential mind
in the forest i know ill meet others walking that line
I'll open the door, step out the car and walk
if I could only find the switch to unlock it