confused

And sometimes 

You have no idea 

Where you’re going 

Or what’s next 

And that’s okay 

Even though your 

Stomach 

May be uneasy 

And the road 

Is filled with fog 

Because 

We’re all running 

From something 

to someone 

Trying to jog

Our memories 

Of a life once lived 

Where we knew 

What was going on