I'm a mobile

every second of every day
every moment of every minute
is spent on the move
when you don't know where you belong
and you're thrust back & forth between true love
what can you do but keep moving?

state to state
land to land
it's all the same in hindsight
too bad it's not 20-20
clarity can only come to a select few in life
and to none at this stage of the game

listening to their whispers
how they say this
how they scream that
it's nothing but a mask
hiding who they truly are
soon enough the wind shall blow it away
and leave nothing but a fearful child

the select few who make it through
the select elite
are forever scarred with barren memories
left only to move on to new horizons

you ask what I learned while in high school
the answer is simple
I have learned many a thing
about truth and of love
but the one thing I learned
that has helped me survive
is in life you must be strong
in life you must be mobile