Subject Matter Lyrics

With all I have I run in senseless direction.
Leaving me just enough time to fall to my knees.
Praying for a reason to pick myself up.
To where rougher seas lie in shadows and call out my name.
This is not how I pictured it.
Hoping the ground holds.
Long enough to take the next step.
We aimlessly hope for some sort of way out
of this circular staircase with doors locked at both ends