"What am I doing here?"
That question runs through my brain;
Jumping, dancing, swirling.
Minute after minute,
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
All I hear
Is this one simple question,
"What am I doing here?"

Am I here for the education?
Am I here for the academics?
Am I here for my license?
Or am I here just because?

I think I'd be happier
In some far off land.
But here I am instead.

I think I'd be happier
In some other school.
But here I am instead.

I think I'd be happier
In much warmer climate.
But here I am instead.

Every waking moment,
My first thought is always,
"What am I doing here?"
This usually leads to,
"Why am I in America?"

Minute after minute,
Hour after hour,
Day after day;
It's always the same question,
"What am I doing here?"