Jumping

Jumping
Head first
Into indecision
With my eyes and my ears closed
And I’m wailing on top of the voices
Don’t ask me, where to?
I just don’t know
And what makes it worse is
What makes it worse is
And I’m holding
Onto my choices
Like a diplomat
I run with the flow of things
And I’m scaling
Very high terraces
Shall I stay here?
I just don’t know
And what makes it worse is
What makes it worse is
I never got to tell you the story
Of how my life’s ideals
Were smashed on bitter rock
Oh how my belief it crumbled
Oh how it crumbled
And now it’s lost
Jumping It’s a good thing
It’s good to never know which way
You’re going to land
It’s fickle, erratic, enticing you in
If you’re weary, you can’t always stand
And what makes it worse is
What makes it worse is
I never got to live like I’m supposed to
I woke and I was changed
I’m always looking backwards
Sometimes it gets so hard
It’s never easy
It never was
What makes it worse is
What makes it worse is… you