Everything is turning in a counterclockwise motion
Tearing me apart at the seams
I need so much to get it together and recapture my dreams
But these things escape me in the vicious undertow
What now? Where may I turn?
Is there a way to rectify this thing
Beyond the tipping point?
I feel confused and nothing seems right
What now? More deadly news?
More shattered dreams?
I can’t read any more of this useless crap
It doesn’t do a thing to get us out of this trap
What Now? Please tell me.
We all need to know what now
But all we hear is sorely lacking
I stand upon a distant shore
too far away to see my face clearly
I gaze lovingly upon myself
sitting on a bench looking frightened
legs pressed together and looking very old and frail
Don’t worry so much I say to myself
you are not this thing which tires too soon
when I want to go out and play
I am here where no wind blows
and nothing can ever hurt me
a distant shore
far away, where all day long is play
more real than anything
I can feel it behind the pain
the doubt and the despair
I am there