Jun 03, 2005 11:45
Well, the future's got me worries such awful thoughts. My head's a carousel of pictures, the spinning never stops--I just want someone to walk in front, and I'll follow the leader.----
Now I'm trying to be assertive, I'm making plans. I want to rise to the occasion, meet all their demands but all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave--but I'm just too afraid of all this change and it's too hard to focus through all this doubt. I keep making this to-do list but nothing gets crossed out.----
I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by. All those summers singing, drinking, my friend, wasting our time. Remember all those songs and the way we smiled in those basements made of music?
But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all--I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd, I hope that you'll pick me out. I long to be found--the grass grew high, I laid down. Now I'll wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I've been laying so long, I don't want to lay here no more.
Everything that happens is suppoosed to be--and it's all predetermined, you can't change your destiny. I guess I'll just keep moving, someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going.