No, I don’t know,

Though I’ve searched high and low,

Who I really am?

No, I do not know,

Where I will go.

None of this life is part of or pre-planned.

I continued to search,

From coast to coast.

From Atlantic green,

To the Pacific blue.

But of this life,

I make the most.

Of all that I know,

Of all that I’ve learned,

These demons of mine,

They have to let go.

I have to let go.

My life is not,

What you have seen.