As I’m wandering the foreign streets, I can’t help but wonder
The lives of all those strangers cross mine for a split second
What are they doing here? What is their purpose?
Is it just money or family, love or are they chasing their dreams?
I’m not quite sure if it’s alright to say that I think most people don’t even know what they’re doing
They’re stuck in a routine, they’re stuck in life
They don’t smile as they walk by, what made their hearts turn so cold?
And I can’t help but feel anxious
What will become of me in a city this big?
I’m a small town girl, with big city dreams
But was this kind of life really made for me?
I can’t tell yet, I can’t feel it either
But, I do feel at home, in a way
I feel in tune with the wind, the moon and the streets
But the people are so different, they intrigue me
I feel this strange distance between me and the outside world
Although it may be a good thing
Because I can really focus on myself right now
Focus on my music, focus on my writing, focus on nurturing my soul
I do feel lonely, but I kind of don’t
I find calmness in the quiet, but only for a certain amount of time
Once I get lost inside my head, it’s hard to get out
I have this habit of panicking about things I can’t change
It drains all of my energy
It takes away my strive
I just need to calm myself down
Just take it one day at a time
While solidly breathing in and out