This place just isn"t for me, no.
The further away from my mind I get,
I realize this isn"t cutting it this time.
No easy way out though, I always had my doubts.
Death looked me in the face
And said nah, it wasn"t time to go.
So I sit here now, I have to wonder
Did I trip again this time?
Am I just a joke for the gander?
A example for my muse,
Always yanking strings to broken limbs
Am I imagining things again?
Chest beating hard as it ever has,
Time ticking by, on it flies.
I can"t believe I"m getting older,
Stuck in a world not ready,
Whose hands can"t hold you close,
Or direct you when you need it most.
Long walk off a short bridge I"m told,
Imagine my surprise to make it.
Finally around the merry-go-round,
It"s not quite as golden as they said,
But it"s not time for me to go.
But at least I know they"re there,
They care, they"re watching hard,
Looking out for me always,
Until it"s finally my turn.