Displacement, O' Lord where does a soul like I need to be.
I fall to a trail, do the pathways agree to the placement of my feet. Is this even for me.

Places I've not yet seen, I know a thousand locations,
GPS set to go forth, study down the directions on my old map. Listen carefully to all my confessions.
For I've seen a place, a place I wished to be.
Could finding it yet though be as easy as sleeping a thousand days to more Dreams. Somebody please help me.

O' it's closely like my feet walked way ahead of me. I just trail behind.
Odd sense not made yet, everything feels so new to me. Seeking for something I know not to find.
Ahead of my own time, they say I think in ways that confuses my typical age,
But what is really my age but someone's guarantee of numbers from a short simple range.

Think, think, think, what be the next thought,
Idealistic, now be what the next plan that I catch to be caught.

My soul sometimes feels so empty,
Yet so much knowledge to obtain and fill up on. O'so plenty.