I felt lost again. Off road. This happened maybe once a day.
All sorts of creative tricks to find my way home.
I had to be ashamed to not know myself any day.
Might happen in the juicy center of an audition.
Then what would i do?
In the middle of my song, and who’s now singing?
My feelings changed over time.
Feeling ashamed was no way to feel!
How could i ever learn to find my way home?
If i never got lost?
I think i began to enjoy the experience.
I would tell you my latest secret for getting found.
But i would have to kill me.