I often sit and wonder,
What I’m going to do with my life,
No matter how hard I try,
It always ends in strife.

What do you love?
What do you hate?
All I want to do,
Is leave it up to fate.

Everyone around me seems to know,
Is there something wrong with me?
Can there be a reason why,
I just can’t seem to see?

So I patiently wait,
For some type of sign.
Always wondering,
Am I just blind?

One of these days,
I will have my time,
Everything will be alright,
And I’ll be just fine.