Wandering around

Lost among those books I can't keep track of time Delving Freud to Jung and all the archetypes It's getting late, a million pages cross my mind Though I read them, I'm still lost, just tell me why Wandering around In this land where dreams are streets It's not to be found where I would fit Who I am, what I should be It's only me who can decide I have nothing left to hide It's getting late, I think it's time for me to fly Scratch the books and celebrate I'm still alive Mamma, please don't get me wrong But I'm begging, please be strong I'll take a leap of faith and make it on my own Taking pride in my own throne Wandering around In this land where dreams are streets It's not to be found where I would fit Who I am, what I should be It's only me who can decide I have nothing left to hide