I won't lie to you to fake emotions I might feel
and tell you things you want to hear
In this give-and-take, no lie, that feels
lobsided and askew, sometimes like a tug of war
Breathlessly waiting, life in limbo
one toe in the water overly cautious
holding back ~
Stuck behind yield signs and stop signs
the occasional yellow lights
foot on the break ~ go but not too fast
Everyday is a lazy Sunday afternoon
we're out in our sporty lamborghini
dillydallying in life's slow lane
Changes in weather are mostly to cold.
So much harder to do as we grow old.
When done, we regret not doing it sooner.
Dillydallying, a renowned late-bloomer.
Change is oft forecast as a gentle breeze,
Refreshing our spirits, setting at ease,
Offering rewards of a brighter dawn,
With lives uplifted, with good hope reborn.
But change can be fierce, its tempest untamed,
Shattering the foundations, leaving hearts maimed,
For the quest for self, leaves others behind,
Well beyond what changes you had in mind.
What's forgotten is changes' daisy chain.
All the forget-me-not strung out to blame
You for the chain reaction that change brings
With its bunch of unintended bad things.
Remember that in the change are keepsakes,
That can get blitzed to pulp in quakes and shakes.
Lost in a moment of waiting
patiently wasting away
Eventually, is my motto
and maybe is where I reside
Another sunrise, another sunset
I'm still here twiddling thumbs
Any day now is my hotel room
passing the time, is my specialty
Here I am again dillydallying
bidding away all my time
I'm another second closer
I know it's comming so so soon
There is no time to waste
That's what I've heard before,
but to me I find time plentiful
and so I toss it aside carelessly
lost in a moment of waiting
I'm still here twiddling tumbs
I'm yet another second closer
There is plenty of time to waste.