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.
If I could just hold onto your hand…
I could stop and get off this ride.