Fear of Certitude

You said I fucked with your head
But that was never my intention
But how could I ever intend
When I have no direction
Staring at two separate paths
One seemed so ordinary and simple
But ive always been compelled by tradition
The other seemed more intricate and  rippled
But I’ve always hated the ocean
Or more the mystery of its darkness
A darkness that was so intimidating
Yet oddly alluring

So I tried paving my own way
With shovels and hammers
I could never hold or use
Shaking with apprehension
Because I’ve never been concrete
Always in doubt
So I got lost in the havoc
Of self destruction
Wishing I’d taken the other path
Not the simple and familiar one
But the foreign and divergent one
Realizing it wasn’t the uncertainty
Or the darkness
That terrified me
It was the possibility of definiteness
That drove me mad

-O.D-