The bigger your home, the more space unwelcome guests will occupy.
You see... the light's on me, finally, and the room clapping
I bowed to accept the praise, vainly.
What was originally the edge of a blade is now the hands of a masseuse who informs me that I've become a dancer, a rather fine showman.
The plans are laid, the light is brighter, the walkway is clearly aiming towards the exit sign,
yet my legs disobey me.
The sounds are hushed and the confetti had fallen and I'm sitting in smiles and warm gesture,
A light breeze in the canopy.
Though water is flowing, like a fountain, I still reach for pennies to make a wish.
And what I am is incomplete.
Everyone is waiting, yes everyone is still waiting and they're so patient with me, thank God.
I should walk towards the exit, they're waiting, bless them all.
Yet, a ship sails when the wind shifts - and right now it's really REALLY EASY ON THIS WATER
AND MY THINGS ARE SO MUCH BETTER
So, why am I doubting it?
It is without a doubt that I am certainly doubting. Certainly so.
