The path isn’t straight and narrow.
There is no right way to get where I want to go
I diverged from the path I began long ago,
The map doesn’t cover this section of the road.
I am confused because I have no destination in mind,
and everyone says that there isn’t enough time
but here I am, with nowhere to go
and a hundred different twisting roads.
I want to take the path that’s right
But not everyone can be quiet and light
I am clothed in black, I rage and I cry
Does that make me lesser than another passerby?