Where Am I?

What is this place where I don't recognize a face — without any trace of where I’ve been or where I’m going? Am I lost? What is the cost of finding the roster where my name resides? Will I find it on one of these amusement parks rides we call school? What rule defines that I have to follow the same guidelines set down by somebody who came before? Show me the door to a new hallway by which I can walk down. I’m no clown. I was born in a small town and I made it my mission to get out. So I did. Now I’m here, wherever that is. I’m still doing my best to try and figure that out. I think I always will, but even still I’d like to say that I’m not worried about going out— setting out— beginning on this road. Where am I? I don't really know, but it’s exciting and new and I keep telling myself, “If I only knew more I’d be in better shape,” but that’s not true. No. You see I know what I need to know now, however much it might not seem to be, it is. I’m all set, but I will never forget where I’ve come from or where I want to be. See I’ve got my sight set and I will fight for what I want out of this life. So really it doesn't matter where I am, it only matters where I’m going because you can never let yourself be the object at rest. To be the best you can be you gotta stay in motion. And then, my friend, you will never get another notion of being lost. You will never die and you will never give yourself another chance to ask yourself, “Where am I?”