What stops me from running off into the woods and losing myself?
Certainly not the tedium of day to day life
Or the difficulty of finding someone to relate to
Or the constant impatience I feel to get going!
And make the world better for people like me...

Those people who make decisions based on who they will help
Not on how much fun they will have
And who have a hope and a dream and a goal...
So distant it brings them to religion
Because religion relies on a god as distant as their dreams

And on to religion and the role it plays
In the decisions I make and those goals of mine
I can't say that I'm religious
But I like to believe that the world
Doesn't just consist of what science sees...

So that's why my kind of science
The kind that my hopes bend me towards
Conservation, Ecology, Animal Science...
They require a certain kind of person
Who is scientific and yet thinks outside the box
And grasps the connection between instinct and fact...

That brings me back to the classroom
Where I sit for so long every day
My instincts tell me I need to learn more
To prepare for something great in my future
While fact keeps me planted in place...

I reject all the lives around me
Don't want things, I want nature!
And yet it all seems abstract
When I look at it straight:
Few people know what I'm feeling

At least I can say I know what I want
It's just a matter of getting it
And along the way making sure
There's no chance of my forgetting it
Two years left of high school...

Two years till I get to go away
And seek out the things that I dream of
Two years is far ahead
I think I'll read a book today
And for now right here is where I'll stay.