Sometimes I feel on hold,
Waiting for what I do not know,
Standing off someplace watching the world spin,
Wondering where it’s going,
If I’m invited to the party.
Or maybe some cataclysm coming,
Ending whatever world I’m not living in,
Don’t really get?
Maybe I don’t want to be invited,
Maybe it’s just some drag I’d rather avoid?
Maybe it’s God again, dragging me someplace
I don’t think I’m ready to go?
It seems I’m either dragging my heels,
Or taking a running leap.
Or maybe I’m doing both
And that’s why it confuses me?
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