I can’t remember where I’m from;
All I’m doing is circling
And circling,
Wondering where I’m going.
I set out to do something,
But I can’t remember what.
I had a starting point,
But I lost it
Within myself.
Without that starting point,
There’s no use going to the finish.
You don’t have anything to
Motivate you;
You don’t have a beginning
To start your story.

So I’m just travelling
With a blind side,
Not having a clue where
My feet are taking me,

But I know that I'm just going.

I wish I could remember

That point
Where I had
Everything figured out.