How did I get here?
Were my choices all bad,
Or merely too bold?Did I choose this path,
Or somehow lose my way?All the people I passed,
Do they think back and smile?Was it that I was young,
Or am I now too old?The questions they come
But at the end of the dayI know how I got here,
Because I walked every mile.
Right now I am feeling kindasick...
sick...