No, I don’t know,
Though I’ve searched high and low,
Who I really am?
No, I do not know,
Where I will go.
None of this life is part of or pre-planned.
I continued to search,
From coast to coast.
From Atlantic green,
To the Pacific blue.
But of this life,
I make the most.
Of all that I know,
Of all that I’ve learned,
These demons of mine,
They have to let go.
I have to let go.
My life is not,
What you have seen.
Schnikisms 