I can't do this
Not anymore
I've stayed strong, I've walked on
As long as I could
But in the next 72 hours
There will be a fork in the road
And I'll have to choose the way
That I want to go
I can fly through the skies
And see the world I don't know
And learn, and wonder, and question
As I go
Or I could get out
Just relocate
Settle down in my own place
Likely I'll decorate
Or I can search high and low
And send out my name
And hope that my schooling
Is what someone will be willing to pay
Yet all of the paths point to me
by myself
No one helping, along for the ride
Just me
And That Scares Me A Little
