She

My soul tries to find a way down this crooked path.
She seems to know which foot I lead,
Before my next step.
Jagged and narrow it quickly changes shape.
Only to leave my soul in a desperate state.
My sould can't endure her underminded mess,
So i quickly turn around hoping for the best.
She tries to trip me and make me fall.
But I made it out after all.
There, she the path still awaits,
FOr the next soul to undertake.