| 12 Situations |
The world pivots on its last leg
and I find myself dangling limply
bound to principle and moral,
watching you fall away from me fast...
Problems come in truckloads,
solutions are discovered brick by brick...
and I am scared.
Too many words left unsaid between,
and too many reasons for me
never to open myself to believing...
this changes everything-
this changes nothing,
even my unconditional love
cannot fix this problem, not this time.
I run to the places that I know-
find my comfort in the damp arms
of a tree that leans too far over the water
and I look down-
I don't know what I expect to find,
or who I expect to see looking back...
I know this isn't me...
and I know this isn't you-
there isn't a scapegoat this time...
but when we have eliminated
all other possibilities,
where will we hide the blame? |