Certain for Miles

I always tend to doubt
What everyone seems so certain about, always
Teathered to the dirt
Comprised of legs and hands that hurt
And crawling away
I wanted to stay

When the world bears down on me
Well, I'll laugh at its audacity
And be able to comprehend
When the world bears down on me
Well I'll laught at its audacity
And be able
To start again, again, again, again

It doesnt' make much sense
I'm older but I'm always on the fence, and I
I always seem to doubt
How everyone seems to have it all figured
All figured out!