Maybe I'm doing it all wrong,
Expecting too much,
Wanting my life like one in a song,
Wanting something that is hard to touch.
I try not to,
But I still turn the coin looking for the tarnish,
In every beautiful day,
I expect the weather to turn harsh.
I thought a holiday would cleanse my soul,
But now back in my reality,
Stagnancy again takes it's toll,
Who said there was good in familiarity?
Do I expect too much?
Demanding's that aren't quite fair?
Cos when I glance at the garden,
I don't see the flowers I see the weeds under there.
I'm doing all the right things,
Improving my mind and soul,
Broadening my horizons,
Refusing to take a lesser role.
Maybe those around me,
Are finding it hard to cope with this new improved version?
Maybe too much too soon is a dangerous thing?
I'm only trying to be a better person.
Don't get me wrong though,
I see beauty now so much more,
In nature and people, emotions too,
My life is no longer a chore.
I've seen some proof it's working,
I'm just waiting for more to come,
To set my soul flying again,
Not let it twirl undone.
Things can only get better,
Isn't that what they always say?
So I'll brush aside these doubts,
And open my heart to the joys of the day.
Cast your eyes on the ocean,
Every man goes down to his death bearing in his hands only that which he has given away...
(Daughter of Mystery)