My whole life has been littered with issues
All sense has been pushed out
I don't know what I'm thinking
Or what on earth life is about.
Like manoeuvring through a minefield
Like driving through a mist
Intent on arriving at the destination
But not knowing how to exist.
It seems I came this way before
Familiar in its feel
Emotions turning deep inside
Take charge and steer the wheel.
And when I reach the end of the road
I will know what I am meant to do
I am meant to look forward
But I won't ever forget you.