Sometimes I wonder where I am ...

I don't remember traveling,
how did I get here?
Where would my footprints lead
if I could follow them back,
to the very beginning?
But they fade, melt with the snow
and it is gone.
How can I get back
when I don't know where I came from ...

Inside my box,
like a shield its walls protect me
nothing penetrates.
I can see the pictures,
like a movie life plays before my eyes.
But I can't grasp it,
it's not real
it's not why I'm here ...
Here ... where is here?

I'm lost, wandering the streets of life
searching for the signs,
but they've all been stolen.
They take them away
to confuse me.
Why won't someone show me,
take my hand and lead the way?

I don't know where I'm going
Which way is out?