Where do I look?
Back and forth,
As a constant pull
Of the moon on earth,
which drew me far.
Unaware of time,
and it's creeping walk,
I was lost in my dreams,
unable to talk.
Where does one look,
When they don't know what to find?
I was losing myself,
and losing my time.
Never feeling right understood,
As I drew myself,
to places I never would.
Nothing was ever
taking a hold,
Feeling out of place,
without a mold.
Don't know what I want to find,
But I'll know when it's been found.
Don't know who I want to be,
But I'll know when I'm around.
Don't know where I should go,
But I'll know when I am home.
Don't know who I should love,
But I'll know when I'm not alone.