Years of the Journey

Moved to a city Where nobody knows my name. Took the job they offered, different every day. Learning all the patterns, how the system plays. Watching how the old ones navigate the maze. They say it gets easier. They say you find your way. But I'm still counting hours 'til I understand the Game. Years of the journey, Still don't know the end. Building something slowly that I can't Comprehend. Years of the journey, learning how to Bend Every rule I carry Just to start again. Rented out a place That doesn't feel like mine. Furniture from strangers, temporary lines. Making conversation with the ones nearby. Small talk about weather, never asking why. They say it gets easier. They say you settle in. But I'm still feeling foreign in this borrowed skin. Years of the journey, Still don't know the end. Building something slowly that I can't Comprehend. Years of the journey, Learning how to bend Every rule I carry Just to start again. Maybe there's no moment When it all makes sense. Maybe this is just it, permanent transit. Maybe I'll stop asking when I learn enough. Maybe this unfinished Is the finished part. Years of the journey, Still don't know the end. Building something slowly that I can't Comprehend. Years of the journey, Learning how to bend Every rule I carry Just to start again. Yeah. Yeah. They say it gets easier. They say you find your place. I'm still here moving Through the open space.