Where is the dolphin torch shining the path ahead?
Did I choose my own path, or am I being led?
Surely somebody’s walking with me
Surely somebody’s holding my hand
When I arrive will it all make sense?
When I look back will I understand?
How many more dark miles to go?
Should I chill out and go with the flow?
How do I know I know what I know?
Who do I know who knows what I don’t
I need to know
What if success and happiness are just a dream
What if the light at tunnel’s end is juts a cigarette machine
Who split the world in right and wrong and good and bad
Why does it bother me I’ll never be as happy as the chicks on tampon ads
Still, I’m alive…just
And not without hope…yet
I am alive
Who wrote the book of rules I base my life upon?
Why is it only now I’m beginning to think they’re wrong?
I always thought that way led to way
Following in some grand master plan
Get your degree acquire a spouse
Save up a deposit on a house
What if you don’t fit into that shelf?
What if you actually want something else?
Isn’t that dangerous to ignore?
Living with less but aching for more
I need some answers
Why is it harder living love than living fear?
Why do I still believe my problems are all solvable with beer
How do I know if who I love is who I love?
Why does it always feel I’m fucking treading water just to hold my head above?
Why do I often wake up unable to breathe
So when the chips are down, how strong do I believe what I believe?
Why is it all life’s little contracts have a catch?
What if I live my average seventy-odd years and I don’t even make a scratch?
Still, I’m alive… just
And not without hope… yet
I am alive
How can I let things go when so much is at stake?
Why I can’t I let myself be happy and just give myself a break?
Is this experience or my head banging a wall?
Why do I want the things I want and when I get them find I don’t want them at all?
Still, I’m alive…just
And not without hope…yet
I am alive.
