Stumbling down the winding
Road I start to question
Where I'm going
And my destination

Why do I walk and
What for and where
How does this help or hinder
Why should I even care

But I notice as I walk
The winding path made for me
There are many people stumbling
And obstacles they do not foresee

And I walk my winding road
Just trying to make it down
Like everybody else on the slippery hill
As the world keeps spinning around and around