05.09.08
Where can I stand? Where do I belong?
Just trying to dance and jive with this song.
Can I ever just once be out of the way?
People will move and exclude. It seems they never stay.
I find that’s the case, so what can you say?
I can’t really blame them, it’s not really wrong.
I’m running, avoiding–
There’s something quite unsolvable here.
I’m watching, waiting–
There’s something too ironic here.
There’s nothing I can do here.
Still I’m trying to find my place.
I’m hoping to come out on top in this life race.
Flailing arms groping for an outstretched hand.
How will it all turn out in the end?
Stepping aside to avoid trampled toes.
Grasping and hiding my worries and woes.
Do people read the truth behind the mask?
Can others see sweat dripping as a result of this task?
Striving and straining to live and to last.
Heart beats, head pounds, my fear only grows.
Still I’m seeking to find my place.
I’m running hard to come out on top in this race.
Desperate arms reaching for an offered hand.
How will it all turn out, come the end?
People ever arrive and ever depart.
Rub shoulders with many, but few touch my heart.
Lean back a bit to avoid pointless contact.
If I actually move and reach out, who will react?
No one to trust so I must watch my back.
Turning and watching, I’ve made it an art.
Yet I have to find a real safe place.
Not on my own, but I’ll win this life race.
Helpless arms grasped by a bleeding hand.
I’ll see beauty through pain once I’m at the end.
Rainbows emerge after rain, what a glorious end.
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