Just Getting Started

Every story has two sides and somewhere in between
the truth lies and waits for me.
And time can be greedy, stealing all the details
that you thought you had.
The elephant screams so loud the ceiling cracks
and falls down on your head.
And still you just sit there, wipe off all the dust
and say that you‘re sad.
Help me to climb this
magic mountain of me.
I‘ve had enough of this
I‘ll never be free.
Can you please hold my hand,
and say this wasn‘t planned?
You know I‘ll understand,
just tell me how it is.
And someday soon you‘ll see
that it was not just me.
And nothing comes for free,
at least not worth fighting for.
Like every good story, this one has got
a start, middle, end and an epilogue.
But it can be tricky to see who is the villain
and who is the hero.
What you need to see is that we are nowhere close
to crossing the finishline.
It‘s so far away that it‘s looking like a dot
or maybe a zero.
Help me to climb this
magic mountain of me.
I‘ve had enough of this
I‘ll never be free.
Can you please hold my hand,
and say this wasn‘t planned?
You know I‘ll understand,
just tell me how it is.
And someday soon you‘ll see
that it was not just me.
And nothing comes for free,
at least not worth fighting for.
Help me to climb this
magic mountain of me.
I‘ve had enough of this
I‘ll never be free.
Can you please hold my hand,
and say this wasn‘t planned?
You know I‘ll understand,
just tell me how it is.
And someday soon you‘ll see
that it was not just me.
And nothing comes for free,
at least not worth fighting for.