Thursday, March 31

Bad news and other sorts

I find myself wishing it was all so much easier
I see people that seem to skip through life
on tip toe, and smiling
And I wonder how they do it
What's the secret
Why can't I learn it.

I've gotten good at making mistakes
Repeat, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat
The rhythm of falling so familiar
that I don't feel right without it
Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, repeat
Stepping back from the brink of disaster
is a much harder tune to play.

Have you ever been fed up with yourself
with your choices
with your stumbling
with your failing
So fed up that the good things seem small
and the bad things feel tall
I feel that way today.