Choices - Brane

A simple question asked: What should I do?

Confused and broken, there’s no simple view

My mind is numb from thinking

Exhausted, I stand sinking

Wish I could blink and wake up somewhere new

Where do I go from here?

The answer’s never clear

What road do I take?

What choices should I make?

And I keep falling apart

Which brings me back to the start

But I’ll step forward again

This same beginning’s an end

Thoughts of action circle through my head

This tension builds my sanity to the edge

My mind spins out of focus

I’m trying not to notice

All these distractions help to be misled

I fall to the ground

Nothing keeps me down

You’ll always find a way

I stop and I stall

Never hit a wall

You’ll always find a way

You’ll find a way

You’ll find a way

You’ll find a wa-a-ay