Epica

Living at different places
Evading into various spaces
My compass has broken; I'm losing the way
An ongoing madness has led me astray
My past breathes down my neck
And it seems now that all I can do is
Go back to beginnings when all lay ahead
A fading illusion now plagues me instead
In me there's still a place that fulfils me
A sanctity here that I call home and run to when winter descends
If I try can I find solid ground
I follow elusive paths
Oh it seems they've been written in stone