Looking up, falling down
Getting dizzy with each round
Of this crossword puzzle I’m trying to figure out
Another turn here, turn there
Within this maze going who knows where
How can I make sense out of something that has no sense at all?
But this is where the sort of understanding comes into play
It follows you around until you finally turn and ask the way
To find the exit to this “
And then you realize
Things aren’t always what they seem
An open door isn’t always an opportunity
I blow my wishes to the wind
Drop some pebbles to show where I’ve been
So everyone will know I’ve learned from what I’ve seen...
It’s not the same as it was yesterday
It’s not logical, practical, or anything else they call sane
It’s a weakness that’s made true through His strength
Falling up a downward staircase
Like a communication, frustration, intimidation, humiliation
For all signs and deeds and words to please
To try to make me feel better for who I am
Like I know what’s showing and going up the lifeline at the right time
Fear of correction
Fear of saying too much that would give someone a clue
Of how I’m not so strong and I’m sometimes wrong
And I can feel the pressure of what everybody measures me up to be
By what they see, so nothing that I feel is gonna help me deal with me
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