Can’t be sure how many holes I’ve dug
I’m my own worst enemy, I’ve lost count
My time isn’t the same as yours
I keep very different scores
My favorites aren’t like yours at all
And I am an old soul through and through
Is it all in my head?
My consciousness dances
A scenario or two prances across my mind
No one is waiting this time
I’m not waiting on anyone either
Over a year and a half, still don’t know what to do
Cold slab of marble or 3 Lit Candles?
That marble sounds good to me — easier.
Those candles represent a fire of possibility — much harder.
Okay, it’s been a while since I woke up but…
Light it up, light it up!