what's gonna become of me?

I keep waiting for it to happen

and I don't even know what it is

I've been waiting all my life

I don't know if I'm winning

or if I've even taken the quiz

I don't know what is wrong or right

I was born in the state of confusion

now I'm running towards any light

that I may see

what's gonna become of me?

I search the night time

to see if my spirit's alive

every cranny and nook

I do my very best

to see if I can even survive

I'm going to take a second look

I was born with both eyes open

Lord knows I could write a book

of my history

what's gonna become of me?