Looking forward only makes me dizzy
Looking back I feel nostalgic
Looking here and now I begin to see
How stale this place has become to me
I don’t want to live in the future
On the past I cannot dwell
Nor do I want to stay in this place
It’s beginning to feel like hell
Where you’re forced to push a boulder
Up a mountain every day
Only to watch that monolyth
Fall back down the trodden way
My feet are sore from the circles
My back is beginning to break
And all the senseless pushing
Has finally made me feel fake
My soul sings silently for freedom
Like a fugitive hiding away
Wanting to scream at the top of his lungs
But here in the dark he must stay
I see open fields in the future
I see trees swaying soft in the wind
I can sense there is change coming
I am loving the adventure again
Two perfectly wonderful ladies
Are joining me here at my side
One looking ahead and forging a path
The other along for the ride
And they are my life, and we will find peace
Beauty and community
And there will be no past, no remnant ghosts
Only possibility
