Some days I think I know what I’m doing
Others I’m spinning in circles.
Life’s like a tumultuous wind,
whirling and swirling
And I’m curling my toes in excitement.
Suddenly it’s like I’m standing at the top of a mountain
Higher than the trees and cloud-line.
Waiting for a sign that tells me to leap
And feeling the need to realign.
Because it’s as if I’m jumbled and twisted
My minds a cluster-fuck of emotions.
It’s like I’m trapped in a web, blood to be sucked
Or I’m sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
Sometimes I stand beneath the sun
Hotter than water boiling in a bucket
Overwhelmed by the glowing warmth felt on my face
Maybe someday I’ll just say fuck it…
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