Misplaced

Here I am once again, finding myself like a mistaken;

I step back as I slowly feel I'm a soul drifted and fallen.

In my safe corner, it's cold with the outpouring winter;

Voices yell, "hold your cover!", but a deaf ear is better.

It's freezing cold, up above the snow balls are falling;

so instead of hiding, I go jumping and fleet running.

Should I go to east or head to the west?

Should I move forward or step backward?

Life as it seems is always tricky and not fair;

It'll pull you down to the deepest or lift you up to the highest.

When is many times in sometimes, you can no longer tell.

Life is still and will remain a big puzzle to solve;

You give your hardest hit until you feel old.