So long I studied living, not knowing what I learned;
so long the truth of common sense was something that I spurned.
Perhaps, one day, I’ll find it, the answer that I seek;
or maybe in the distance, just get a tiny peek.
It doesn’t really matter if the answer I don’t know
Because I really don’t know where the hell I go.
I wander in the darkness with lights to guide my way
and somewhere through it the mess it is I don’t know what to say.