I sit here and wonder,

How I reached here,

What I could do,

How I can move forward,

I look and think of my people,

All of my ancestors,

And what should be the best,

I know it is all a mirage,

I cannot think clear,

I do need to let go,

Of all the perfection,

So I sing this song now,

Wanting to move on up,

To be outside this trap.