Stranded and alone,
I stagger, I stumble, I fall.
I lose myself.
But still, I repeat this process.

Is it because I lack the general human ability to stand,
Or because I am trying to find the significance in standing up each time I fall.
So stranded and alone,
I pick myself up and I walk.
I stagger, I stumble, I fall.
I lose myself.

Yet still, as this lesson brings more pain than teaching,
I revise my own methods and correct myself like a child after a beating,
But still, I fail to see past my own reflection as my face kisses the wet tarmac.
But still, I stagger, I stumble, I fall.
I lose myself.

Till I stop and realize that it isn’t about getting back up,
It is about keeping focus no matter the goal.
Moving even when you are alone and do not know where to go.
So stranded and alone,
I pick myself and I walk.
I stagger, I stumble, I fall.
I will find myself.