Where should I be?
What am I supposed to see?
Where should I go?
Am I too fast or too slow?
Questions pop up in my head to which I don’t have answers to
Questions haunt me to places I don’t want to.
Why do they appear?
Why can’t I just disappear?
Just vanish, why couldn’t I?
Follow somebody, why should I?
Why don’t these questions be gone?
Releasing me to the wake of a new dawn.
I still try to move on,
The only trophy I won.
Because I’d rather live my life
Than dying using those questions as a knife
I don’t intend to be confused
But no matter what, I am refused
But now I’ll say Bye Bye
And try to figure out why!