Australia.

There are times when you feel above all heights.

There are times when you feel below all dirt.

There are also times where you question where you are.
We always question what we did,
who we are,
and who we are going to be.

But when is it that we stop questioning?
How do we know when to stop?
How do we know when its time to let go?
How do we know when we've done all we can?

I'm all set for another land,
filled with strangers whom i've not seen.

Yes i know its time,
Yes I know I should,
But who's to say I cant question my acts?
Who's to say that I am immature and wrong?

Its not about my pride,
Its not about my life,
Its about who I am.

I know,
I have to go,

I know,
Its good for me,

I know,
I need to go.

But can you tell me,
That you need me here.

Can you tell me,
That I understand why you are questioning your acts?

Today brings me to a conclusion,
That all my acts finally came to a decision.

I know its stupid.
I know its immature.

But I tell myself today,
I will go,
I will face the world myself.

I tell myself, its enough. Its time to go.

Tomorrow, I wont be around,
I will be out there,
Scavanging the lands,
For the better of myself.