Waking up without a purpose was the usual thing to do,
To find whatever whenever, something that may not even be true.
Lost in an endless loop, I embraced all that came my way.
Without a sense of direction, I just let the waves take me away.

Sleeping for the uncertain was the usual thing to do,
To dwell in the depths of my dreams, was all I have gotten into.
Alone in my mind, I let my thoughts consume me.
Without a sense of time, I let all things happen be.

Nowhere to go, I questioned my existence,
No one to ask, I longed for its significance.