Your Enthusiasm Shows Too Soon

If everything weren't roses gliding on a lonely lagoon and eyes stared at skies ever blue: you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon; if nobody played strange games to hurt the other, you wouldn't hang on a clue! Let the waves carry you to the ocean, turn back if only you heed some danger; I've saved from storms, got no appreciation, not even a hug for my sacrifice in high water! No, you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon, it'll make all the sand castles fall on white dunes; nothing can be saved, they are fragile balloons that drift past bright clouds on a high noon! Why rush into something, run fast and fall? Wait for a sign that, make sure it won't harm; I've taken chances, broke rules and lost all: even passion is fading, so is your charm! No, you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon and not wait for my answer should I disagree; slow down a bit, consider feelings to a degree: to make mistake is a normal thing for a buffoon! What we wish for is clear skies and stillness, our glances follow the flight of a thousand eagles; they go far to disappear into the vast universe: will we follow them or chase something else?