Now I have always wondered

How can I stand upon your shoulders

Look around and around and round and not see a thing?

It always seemed confusing

Your jokes are never amusing

You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing

We could fall below and never make a sound

The truth is frightening now

Will we ever get out?

You always try to listen and for that gift I feel threatened

By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much

I wipe the dust off of my face

It抯 all that抯 left of my dreams misplaced

I find it hard to believe you could take much more