IS THE WORLD GOING CRAZY OR IS IT ME
Stop asking so many questions or
I could begin to think you’re a cop
I can’t think up the answers that fast
Are you the prosecution or what
Stop looking into my eyes so deep
Like if you look real hard you’ll see what you wanna see
Like you can see through me
Crinkling like cellophane my body withers before you
You want answers to your questions or what
What are you trying to see
Is it the I in you
Or the I in I
Please see I’m only trying to bring the situation to fruition
It just takes a little more preparation
Forever searching for direction
It’s making a huge impression on me
How many decisions do I have to make
No, I’m a grown woman I don’t need permission
I don’t care about your trepidation
I’m searching for liberation
Haven’t found it anywhere
It’s not as clear as it used to be
I thought I was so aware
It isn’t always fair either
Too many discussions
Deliberations on the same old themes
Wars & losses, poverty, and gasoline prices
Dresses & designers, writers & artists
Vacations & lives, returning home again
Our time and space is limited,
We’re here on this earth to enjoy life do
What we can, our minds so full of clutter
the glimmer the shimmer outside
draws into the glow
mostly it’s all show
sometimes we can’t see what’s right in front of us
I couldn’t see that book that’s clearly right
there on the bookshelf where you left it before
after we looked and looked;
neither of us could see that book right there on the shelf
right there on the shelf
looked once then twice we saw nothing
Looking through the glass pane window
Should I should go in or wait out here
Alone in the rain of my life
The drops glistening on my skin
Should I join the crowd inside
Watching diamonds in the rough
Watching is never enough
give me a moment or two
I’ma go rearrange the universe
