I am a flower quickly fading…
The wonder of the wind, wistful wishful
And contrasted only by the sands on the shore
I begin to wonder where it all starts, where it begins
And I realize the truth: it begins with me.
Where will this end? It goes on and on
Over and over, and over again.
Keeps spinning around, and I know that won’t stop
’till I step down from this for good.
I cannot stand still
I can’t be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening…
This is over my head
But underneath my feet
Cause by tomorrow morning I’ll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy…
I had a really powerful conversation with Scott today. The question that still drives me is what am I afraid of? What gets me anxious? What do I fear and ultimately why do I fear it?
Good questions. I should really take my own advice: Explore these things and make the time to explore them. Yeah…