Who am I?
Keep trying to find my way,
but each step I take is into my road less traveled.
I thought I wanted all kinds of things,
To be a name and make my place.
Somehow that’s all faded.
I’ve got all this work ethic,
but I don’t know how and for what to use it.
Who am I?
I thought I wanted so many things.
But those things, those goals, don’t motivate anymore.
I want to be free
To have passion and drive and go.
To go out in the world after what I want.
But I don’t know what that is anymore.
It’s like my motivation—no, my direction—is in hibernation,
but the rest of me has woken up to a world of unknown.
I want to be worthwhile and remembered and loved.
But at the same time,
it doesn’t matter because no one is alike and everyone’s the same.
Who am I?