Where am I?
Why is the place so familiar, yet it feels so unsafe?
A valley where all my hopes and dreams have come to lay.
The stream of the river lives by my feet.
I try to move, but the shackles of my life keep bringing me back.
I want to push forward, but I always end up getting knock down.
When will I be able to get over the hill that so many seem to already have climb?
Have I reach my destination?
A place that I do not like, but must stay to try?
I want to be something that simply does not seem to be.
I guess it will just be me.