Floating questions
I am confused, I am floating
Am I thinking too much, or not enough?
Am I thinking of the right things? Or nothing?
Do I lie to myself, do I live in denial?
Or do I deny myself the things I have, or could have?
My heart jumps, but it does not move
I am ecstatic, but troubled
What do I want, is it this?
Should I worry, or just let it happen?
Where do I go from here?
Have I dealt with everything that I need to?
Is it too soon, or overdue?
I feel no pain, but do I feel pleasure?
I will always remember
But what are my responsibilities now? Do I have any?
Is it over...? Am I hanging back? Am I hanging on? Am I hung up?
My admiration remains, and I will speak only good
My hopes and wishes go out to you, beautiful soul, you might never wash yourself of me, but don't think yourself smudged and dirty, your perception is everything
(What you have left on the skin of my heart is special, I will never wash it away)
I believe in you
...my thoughts and feelings are disjointed, why shouldn't my journal be?
Am I thinking too much, or not enough?
Am I thinking of the right things? Or nothing?
Do I lie to myself, do I live in denial?
Or do I deny myself the things I have, or could have?
My heart jumps, but it does not move
I am ecstatic, but troubled
What do I want, is it this?
Should I worry, or just let it happen?
Where do I go from here?
Have I dealt with everything that I need to?
Is it too soon, or overdue?
I feel no pain, but do I feel pleasure?
I will always remember
But what are my responsibilities now? Do I have any?
Is it over...? Am I hanging back? Am I hanging on? Am I hung up?
My admiration remains, and I will speak only good
My hopes and wishes go out to you, beautiful soul, you might never wash yourself of me, but don't think yourself smudged and dirty, your perception is everything
(What you have left on the skin of my heart is special, I will never wash it away)
I believe in you
...my thoughts and feelings are disjointed, why shouldn't my journal be?