Stuck

Here I am, sitting on the floor

Thinking about my life, you know?

Wondering what I can do feeling a breeze in my face

Sunlight heating my brain

I know I should stand up and face the world

But somehow I feel like I’m stuck

So lazy to get up. Am I made of stone?

Well let me go back to my thoughts

But inside my head hangs a mist

Wish I could clean it with my own fist

Many many many many things to do

Then after a long time I’m tired of doing nothing

Now I hit the road hearing my steps on the floor

Staring at my face on windows showing who I am

Find myself all alone looking for a place to go

It’s impossible to reach the stars from down here

Here I am, who am I?

Can I say what’s really right?

What I’m doing with all my life

I think its better start again