People seem to know their place,
But most days, I’m confused.
I never know which way is up
Or which direction I should choose.
There seems to be a thousand ways
To come upon the same end goal:
Yet I could take a thousand days
And still have no clue how at all.
I skimped on money for a guide,
For I thought that I could keep all
Of my feelings and my pride
From the hands of other people.
So he left me where no road signs stand,
Far beyond all that I knew:
But though I’m left in foreign lands,
By the journey here, I grew.