Same Song, Second Verse

I'm not sure where it goes from here. One minute you have everything you wanted, the next minute it's lying in pieces somewhere on the ground, blowing away with every breeze that blows through. But, that's how life works. You grab the pieces that you can before they blow away and walk on. Where do I walk to? I don't know. I just start walking. At some point I figure it out.

Until then, I can't help questioning myself. It may not be my fault, but that doesn't matter right now. What matters is eventually starting to walk.