Just like a passerby, I am
Without knowing where I stand,
Or where I’m meant to go,
I just keep walking, eyes on the road.

I’m not the driver, just along the journey
Weary, alone, in the backseat, waiting
To be taken somewhere far away,
Where I’m meant to be and stay.

Moving forward but with each step, I stray
Faltering, heart racing, wondering if this is the way
Heaviness in every breath I take,
This aimless existence, I can...