Tell me what to do.
When the shades of a blue bird match
everything I put myself into.

Tell me where to go.
I know no home or family
I roam alone, left with memories of each other but they're people I don't know.

Tell me how to get there.
When I have lost myself.
I need to be someone else, I need to be true. My wisdom usurps the things I have been through.

Tell me who to cling to.
When the results of clinging to people can be seen everywhere. We have to exist together, love together, help together. But die all on our own.

Tell me why.
Any, why.