Leaving Home

How does my mind work? How am I supposed to think?

I have all the questions, but no answers.

If anybody has the answer to my question, please let me know

Otherwise, I’ll have to go

I cannot sit around this old town

Waiting for my destiny to roll down

I need to come up, and make a path

To lead me where I need to be

Which cannot be here in this desert valley

So I will go, and you will stay

But know I’ll find my way

And I’ll never come back

Until you need me 

◄ Burn

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