Get the feeling you’re on the wrong planet?
Feel like a perpetual lost puppy?
I’ve been told I took the look a time or two.
As someone who’s realized
I’ve been lost my entire life.
I know exactly where I’m at.
Somewhere drifting between
this question I ask myself, "Why am I here?"
And this other question
loves to riddle me,"How did I get here?"
As if it wasn't hard enough to exist
without needing a reason!
My mind seems to love giving me a hard time.
Perplexed by an odd anxiety
of feeling like I don't even exist.
I'm some strange vessel of a mind
asking itself useless questions.
Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.
Am I even thinking at all?
Oh boy!
Here comes another brick wall
of impossible answers.
And sometimes you have to say
something to yourself.
Well, I say several things.
