Cycles

Left me to the air again. Searching through memories of when I could speak with no reserve, Cutting through the noise we heard. Here with all that I have done I'm still falling back to where I've come from. Leaving all routine far behind And giving up every luxury to move on. But where, oh, where can I go, If I'm still stuck right here? With all that I have done, I'm still falling back to where I come from. But I am trying my best to find A reason for going on to keep me going on. Or, should I just give in completely When everyone is watching? Cause everyone is watching. Every eye sharp to defeat me, And everyone is watching. But where, oh, where can I go?