I am a lazy bum
I am a crazy bun
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
I am a mystery to myself sometimes
Looks like I have lost it for the rest of my life
What will bring me back, I don’t know
What will happen now, I don’t know
It’s not like, I don’t give a damn..Oh! but I do and yet don’t know… what to do
New beginnings mean love, hope, surge of adrenaline, spark of life…..
but how many times does the opportunity comes by?
Is it a never ending race and that’s what this is all about?
or is there a real meaning to all of this madness that we live about?
how many have wondered, how many have let go?
Am I all alone or is there anyone up above, down beneath to hold on and never let go…..