In thinking of my future goals, and all intentions aimed,
It seems I’ve lead myself astray and torn apart my seams.
I wandered oft, and far astray, and stumbled like the lamed,
And found myself buried deep and far from all my dreams.
Sometimes I take a big step back,
And wonder at my scene.
considering my wayward track,
that put me in between,
All the love I didn’t lack,
and all my future schemes.
‘Where to?’ I often ask myself,
When thinking towards the day.
When maybe I’ll arrive somewhere
Somewhere that I will stay.
Never again to contemplate,
‘Where to?’ , oh God, I pray.