I often ask myself, Where am I?
What I see, is it the truth or a lie?
Walking down with the milling crowd;
With everything around me so noisy and loud..
I don't know where things are heading;
I got no clue so just end up waiting..
The horizon ahead offers a glimmer of hope;
But right now, with reality am trying to cope..
I often ask myself, Where am I?
What I see, is it the truth or a lie?
The answer maybe is inside me;
At the right time, I'll break free..
And things will fall into place soon;
After which I can finally swoon..
