I stand here in the thick of it
Wondering how it got to be this way
Is it written on my forehead
And I cannot see it?
Is it a part of me, always will be
And I need to accept it?
How did it get to this point?
Who was the one directing the traffic?
I do not like standing here, right here
I am not meant to be in this place
I need to keep moving
Traveling to the places that free me
I am the one directing the traffic from now on
I will not accept what currently is
I will keep pressing on
Until I arrive at home