From Here

These are confusing times but I'm
Still trying to find a rhyme
That's good enough to post online

The pricks and the pokes
Are starting to fill my hopes
And eat them from the inside

I'm feeling numb inside, I don't know what to do
My thoughts are not mine, but that is nothing new
I'm at a turning point, of that I'm sure is true
But there's something I'm not sure of anymore

Which direction should I go?
I wanna go to the shows
I wanna be on the stage
And sing out my rage
But God aren't these times kinda strange?
I wanna gaze at the stars
I wanna dance from the heart
I wanna live a good life
And see all the sights
But where'd all that passion go of mine?

So here's the question:
"Where do we go from here?"

Suddenly, I'm back in this place
I can't even begin to retrace
How my steps led me so astray

I really thought I had it all figured out
How did things go so south?
I don't know what to say to you

I'm sorry young me, this is not what we had planned
I remember those summer days, dancing in the sand
Now is the time that we must stand on our own
And take our first steps into the unknown

Which direction do I go?
I wanna go to the shows
I wanna be on the stage
And sing out my rage
But God aren't these times kinda strange?
I wanna gaze at the stars
I wanna dance from the heart
I wanna live a good life
And see all the sights
But where'd all that passion go of mine?

So here's the question,
Here's the question,
Here's the question

Here's the question:
"Now where do I go from here?"