If we could make it out of here alive

I just want to know two things. Who is really in control and what really matters. Firmly planted I regret to say it, these shoes are growing roots and this land is so deserted. Can't lift my leg to get started. Stuck here forever, just tell me who do I listen to. This Seratonin level must be low Doctor, the jungle that resides within me is burning down. Give me something to focus this wild gaze upon. Something to bring the sun out. Something that brings me home. Something that really matters.

 I hate to look ahead I know how this story ends. If you adjusted your view you'd stop in your tracks too.