I know I have a place.

Somewhere in this vast universe we call space I have a place.

But that place in space is not here and now

but here and now is what I got

and I got to deal with that somehow

because I don’t know where my place is.

I don’t know where

or when

or what

or how my place is.

I just know that it is.

And knowing that it is keeps me going

to try to find a piece of it

So I can piece it together and find it somehow.

Somehow I’ll make do with the here and now I got stuck with.

I have to stick to it

no matter how much I want to fall apart.

And some days I will fall apart

and I can’t seem to get back up.

But maybe I don’t have to get up,

I just have to go forward.

I can crawl or roll or drag myself

but somehow I gotta go forward.

I have to keep going even though I don’t know where I’m going,

But I’m going and that’s all that matters.

I am random matter floating about in space

that doesn’t seem to have a place.

But I know my place is somewhere

or somewhen

or somehow.

How I know that?

Don’t ask me.

I don’t know what I’m doing

or where I’m going

or who I am

or who I will be.

But I know where there’s a will there’s a way,

and my will, though it might be weak, won’t fade away.

It’ll push forward.

It won’t falter.

It won’t doubt.

And even when it does doubt, it’ll keep going.

I will keep going.

Because somewhere in space I have a place

And that’s all that matters.