I bend at the knees and I break

I savour, then crave it, the twisting of fate

My fingers are grasping at straws and straw men to make

But hours slip through them, it’s getting late

I was searching for counsel, I was angry and sore

I had pondered my choices and what was in store

I was looking for answers, pride tattered and torn

I had squandered my chances and slept through the morn

But I shouldn’t be sour, I gave in, I gave out

The only thing for it is to get it all back in the next round

But I shouldn’t be sour, I gave in, I gave out

So I took his advice and let go of my fears and my doubts

I came unburdened

I came undone

I came crawling for judgement

In the harsh glare of the sun

The weight of his wisdom hit me like a freight train...

“Be happy in your heart,” he implored

“You’ve heard me say it at least a thousand times before.”

“You work all your life to fill certain desires.”

“Do what makes you happy” was his only reply

“I’m a little more comfortable but an awful lot older

Seen places and faces that made me feel colder

Leave no wave unridden

Leave no stone unturned

And you’ll be riding this life for all that it’s worth

You’ll back in the next round

You’ll back in the next round.”

I’ll be back in the next round