Will I ever find my way
Just going through life
Day by day?
I don't think about it
No wanting to work
But just to play.
Never once thinking
"Who will I be when I get out?"
Not caring once
But now I know, my choices were poor
I should have started young, so as not to regret
Not to start over once more.
Now I sit alone
Worried, regretful
No longer wanting to play
Awaiting the fateful day
When I am left behind
Thinking
Would I have gotten here?
If I have just thought the right way?