The World Turns Over

Ten thousand questions,
With only a dozen answers,
Can't make sense of all this mess.
Confusion takes control again
and I feel as though this'll never end.

The world turns over.
We all change places,
All change faces.

Who am I now
and where do I belong?

Does this ever cease,
This endless doubt, this longing?
Will I ever find my place,
My place in this world,
Or will I be forever
wandering,
Looking for a way
to find myself again.