The world is full of sinners
cleverly disguised as saints.
And this room is full of kids
who just can’t seem to wait.

As I think these things
the reality sinks in deep.
But I've no clue how to to react
so I just stare at my feet.

How far have I walked in my life?
Were those just my last steps?
Is this what I’d hoped for?
To be stuck in my own head?

To twist and turn around my thoughts,
until I’m dizzy down on my knees.
To squirm around like a fish out of water
until I've lost the will to breathe.

Or had I hoped for a resolution?
Some great thought to stop my tears.
Or maybe a purpose to hold on to,
that could carry me through the years.

I guess I just wanted somewhere to belong;
a place to share my point of view.
But even that is not right
because all I really wanted was you.