Robert Frost said there would be two roads

but the closer I get to them

I see paths, trails, and streams you can paddle down

the problem is not which one to pick 

but where am I going exactly

just when everything started to make sense

my vision blurs and my compass breaks

I've spoken to a few travlers, they all knew where they were going

But me, I've done everything to prepare for my journey

at the same time, I forgot what was I preparing for

They sit you at a desk and tell you to go into the real world

they tell you that high school is nothing compared to the real world

If it's nothing like the real world why do I feel the weight of it

crashing down on my shoulders

they tell you to do this and to do that

but after you've given it your best

it's still not good enough

they tell you when you're young to shoot for the stars

and now they say "maybe aim more realisticly" 

my whole life I was raised with the thought of two paths

but the choice is much more complicated

The choice was never between college or not

that decision was made for me long ago

but the decision was how much I want it

They give you a taste of the American Dream in the media

and starve you from it, so you crave it

they tell you to go to school so someday you can have it youself

I'm faced with inevitable debt for years to come

This is the harsh of reality of wanting to learn

how can I pick a college that fits me , when maybe I wasn't fit for college

This is the harsh reality of being lost,

but wanting to stay lost