Here I am again, alive and well.
Standing in the middle of something greater than I can see.
Something on which to dwell or someone to be.
I will never be sure on why I am here.
But I am, and with what purpose?
No one has been able to answer, and I have failed to seek.
What a burden this has become, I am truly living in my own circus.
Who will I be and what will I need, or will I drown in my own creek?
Many questions lay unanswered in my disheveled closet of havoc.
Many more lay ready to be formed, but collect dust in my panic.
I have people knocking me over for answers, throwing their questions at me as if I knew what they searched for.
What is there to understand?
Can you just accept the facts as they are?
What use will it bring to where you stand?
Wouldnt even make a decent guiding star.
I am well, thats all you need to know.
Yeah, I have boulders in my sack and they weigh me down.
I have bruises and cuts, and they hurt like hell.
My problems grow and make me look like a clown, but I havent rang the bell.
I know what I carry, so dont try to break me open.
Im not a code you need to crack, just a man you need to respect.
Dont give me your worry 'cause it's just another burden.
Take a few steps back, and dont expect whats not yours.
Take what's yours and nothing more,
Do with it what you will, and I with mine.
Because in the end all we have is time,
And I'd rather not waste my share on those who pry.
