You may have noticed this about me.

From day to day…I can’t seem to figure out

exactly what I want.

I wish I could stop the merry-go-round

And figure out where I want to get off.

And who’s going to be there when I do

And who’s going to be on the opposite side.

I don’t know if it’s love or fear

That keeps me on this horse,

with flowers in it’s mane

And it’s tail flying like the wind.

I only know when I’m on one side

The other appears to be what I want

Until I get there,

And realize what I wanted was back over there.

Round and round I go.

I think,

If I could just hold onto your hand…

I could stop and get off this ride.