Finding my tool I feel better,
Work must be done and I am doing,
Figuring out piece by piece my place,
Whatever way leads me I trust.
Make a home for yourself,
Every day gets better in the place you belong,
Right? Or do I belong anywhere?
Ends lead into and merge toward new beginnings,
Yet I always hold onto things I don\'t need,
And look at my tools! They\'re as good as new!