Where Have I Been?

I've spent my life thinking where the hell have I been?

Watching days drag on by as I'm stuck in my bed,

It's hard to tell what I have foreseen,

Visions that replay in my head.

Round and round like a spinning wheel,

Over and over again like a song on repeat,

Argued and settled like a deal,

Rising and climbing like a summer heat.

I'm tracking down the trails,

To see where my life has gone without me,

Wasting time on fallacious males

It's the end of the road I see.

Turning and walking away,

Tracing steps I've already taken,

Going home to start another day,

And start again when my head isn't aching.