The Wonderer

How did I get to this place in my life Were there only seems to be dead ends Were depending on others seem to be A lost cause were ever thing is a question mark Were the thought of the day is I should not have Done this our that Its getting old the half stepping The finger pointing the blaming Tired of the back and forth Time is slipping away once its gone No way of getting it back I feel lost in the since Of no return I ask my self were is the door So that I can open it and stand Were the grass is greener on the out side Looking in with the doors closed And the windows open Waiting for a chance to escape The sobs hiding inside That cry for help but no one is there So I ask how did I get to this place in my life Am I getting punish for my past mistakes Am I feeling sorry for my self Did I do this to my self Somewhere I hold the keys To soon to tell when ill get to use them For now I guess ill keep wondering