Switchfoot Would Dig It

I have never been given a genuine mission,

Nor a visible model to mimic:

From myriad sources, conflicting generalities,

But nothing detailed or specific.

I'm not up to date on my internal systems,

Though I hear it's quite a series.

On my origins and my place in the world

I've heard conflicting theories.

I've no quest for an experience or object

Of which I've been deprived.

So many past misadventures I could

Have failed to avoid or survive.

In short, I lack any concrete idea

Of why I am alive.