Where to go, where to go?
Through the yellow painted corridors
Contemplating things to come,
                        Or maybe not.
All the dreams of youth are cut short
But still live on in my heart
Beating off rhythm and then on.

Finding reassurance in things that are here,
                        And soon to be gone.
Am I living or just passing through?
In many things I need proof
Although in this I need only truth.

Here I am, here I go,
Passing through to Nevermore.

Acting calm, “All is fine,” I sigh
But in my mind waging war against divine
Red lights flashing to my eyes
                       Then in a blink it’s gone.
I keep it inside, my thoughts it divides
To call me sure would be a lie
Though, to this I will not die.

The billows of apathy surge over me
We have all lived and breathed
                        But how many have seen?
Not many, not too many.
Darkness will blind the eyes
Yet even in the light some need a cane to find their ways.

Here I am, here I go,
                        Passing through to Nevermore.

If I do break these chains what would be next?
Would I sit and wait for signs
                        Or waste away to nothing?
I want out to find my own Emerald City!
I know what I seek and I know defeat
Either would find me with no surprise.

Down the winding path I go
                        Passing through to Nevermore.