Wheels spinning,
trying with all my might,
mighty weakling that I be.
To try to find the answers,
to who I'm suppose to be.
Turning over stones,
looking high and low,
when I find the answers,
will I know?
Will I know?
Dancing as fast as I can,
looking for the promised land,
and that piece of pie, my slice.
To find it would be
so nice.
So very nice.
