Too much worries

I wonder when was the last time I looked up the stars,
when was the last time I draw a tear, or a smile,
or a face peaking in a crowd...
I wonder when was the last time i cried about my scars,
and locked myself in my bedroom, looking for exile,
and a place where i could shout it out loud...

I wonder when was the last time I stopped, and thought,
about my life, my friends, my problems and dead-ends...

And then I wonder why,
why am I worried about it,
why can't I just move on,
why must I crawl all the time...?

Well, the answer just came to me...

I don't give a damn, not anymore...
It's my unfinished business that's troubling my mind...
I don't care what I'm here for,
to guide me, I need nothing but a mere sign...