I am a tumbleweed in the wind.
Blown from place to place.
I know I'm supposed to go somewhere,
but for now I'm lost.
I'm pushed into desolate places,
with almost no light.
I'll end up someplace eventually,
but I'm here.
And there.
I have a purpose.
I have a meaning.
I've been lost more times
than found.
I'm on a broken road,
trying to find my way to you.