The middle is the halfway point where we must decide what to cling to.
Every path has obstacles and there will be debris strewn along the way.
I don't know where I am supposed to be or what I'm supposed to do.
Am I looking for someone to lead me?
I can't seem to stay in one place for very long.
The open trail calls for me to travel and explore.
These small villages can't keep my attention for long.
No piece of earth can hold me down.
I do not know what is expected of me from this small minded peasants.
I am afraid I will always drift, but am I lost?