Hold the tiny grain of sand tight
Try and catch the stars in the sky at night
All these impossible dreams, they fill my head
I'm trying not to count the days, until society calls me dead
City lights twirl into a mess
Fall into the world, watch the clouds undress
Raindrops fill my buckets full
I'm like a puppet on strings, waiting for god to pull
I've finally found the key to unlock the door
Only to find, I've done this before
Someone please press rewind
Perhaps life this time, might be kind
Don't give up hope, they tell me
It gets harder and harder, to look when I can't see
The clock ticks away impatiently at my life
I'm just trying to ignore the painful stabbings by the knife
The blade that cuts out fate for all
Often I'm just left staring at my white washed walls
Perhaps I'm just looking at this all wrong?
Or am I so dramatic, that life has become a song..
I worry sometimes, about the outcome
What will this undecided life become?
Sometimes I must say, that I do procrastinate
But I guess its time to lean on this so called fate
I've never been one to take the chance
I was never taught the steps to this dance
Open my eyes a little wider and take a peek
I'm so unsure, is this what I've been trying to seek?
Alone I've been, for quite sometime
Trying to figure out the problems to this lifetime
A small smile comes into play
Thank God, this is for now, what I pray.
CTS 2003
Courtney T Smith