Thoughts From the Edge of the World

This would be a song If I could sing. I sleep too much So I don't think. Where to from here If there is no path? How do I move on Given my past? How do I build bridges When I stand on one? Is there solid ground? When will I be done? I'd scream if I had a voice. Cry if I had the choice. But I don't and I won't. I'm stuck.