Present

I don't know what I'm living,
don't quite know where I belong,
just feeling a little bit uncertain,
how to tell what is right from wrong.

Need to know I'm back on track,
footprints can be finally seen,
would be tough to sweep under this rug,
so much said, so much redeemed.

But days show no remorse,
no views of distant lands,
some language becomes coarse,
all of a sudden, like your demands.