One;

I always felt that it was wrong/to lay my world in foreign hands

it all got mixed up in my head,

move here/ move there/ move

sun. shadow. sand. snow.

confuddled.

who are you going to be?

a solid question, she says/

any answers? look the other way;

I see a way out & I can hear an echo that begs to be followed

that's

a 

lot

of 

question

marks

I don't have anything figured out, but does it matter anymore?

i'm sure no one has anything figured out

that's the only thing I do know, really.

I see a way out & I can see the sun on the horizon 

just call me foreigner;