There are no more chances
Happiness at a standstill
So is this life
Opportunity for greatness
Or saddled with comfortable mediocrity
The latter easier
But it numbs the senses...

There she waits over the bend
Promising that she'll always
Be there for you
One thing we have in common
Biting off more then we can chew
I would be a fool
To honor their wishes
Proving them right instead
Of what I believe in
Could be my tragic downfall...

Still floating but barely breathing
In an ocean of self doubt
On my ninth life
But who really knows?
He does, but ain't saying a word
Perhaps it's best that way
Keeps me guessing yet
I was never skilled at mysteries
Could never figure them out
Columbo doesn't count...

The west is back on the table
She was pushed aside
But never left
Glorius view of the mountain
Don't forget the valley below
I've nothing to show
Except to the one and only
Make of that what you will
But this fear of disappearing into the ether
Must be killed
Gently and quietly...

If I told you
I was slightly scared of losing you
A bald false lie
That I couldn't disguise cleverly
Go on planning my demise
But what they don't get
Is I'm slowly dying
There's the door
And when I crawl out
Don't remark that you didn't see it coming
I warned ya...
And they say,
"We'll see...Boy".

P-May 5, 2008