I don't have a leg to stand on

Spinning like a whirlwind nothing to land on

Came so far never thought it'd be done now

Stuck in a holding pattern waiting to come down.

Did somebody else define me

Can I put the past behind me

Do I even have a decision

Feeling like I'm living in a story already written

Am I part of a vision / made by somebody else

Pointing fingers at villains but I'm the villain myself

Or am I out of conviction with no wind in the sail

Too focused on the end and simply ready to fail.

Cause I'm tired of the fear that I can't control this

I'm tired of feeling like every next step's hopeless

I'm tired of being scared what I build might break apart

I don't want to know the end, all I want is a place to start.