Sometimes I wonder He said to me And I'm so full of questions and I can't think And for a moment there were questions for me too But then I had another sip of my chocolate chai And those questions rushed away Replaced by mellow brown And ruddy red
I'm interested in finding myself. In finding the way to myself. In paths, in stories, in ways and changing ways. In old ways. In history, people history, thing history. Where I've been, where I will be. Where I am. That last one is always the hardest to answer.