Where am I going in this life of mine?
Where am I headed, and will I get there in time?
Am I going nowhere very fast?
Am I just watching this life blow past?
My questions scatter in front of me
Like wheat in the field as far as the eye can see.
Where am I going?
Sitting here in my chair
I can tell you that I am quite aware
That I am treading the same old ground...
Nothing
Not a thing to be found.
