This is good

I think I’m ready to go, got my mind in check

Taking all that I know

This is bad

I’m hopelessly lost, got a visual impairment

And I’m choking on exhaust

This is ugly

The rippled fumes built a greenhouse around me

Here where nothing blooms

An exercise in tacit patience

What seems to be my fascination,

With the ways things are, and how they’ve been

I’m standing on a, I’m standing on a sand foundation

This is ugly

At the end of my rope with ten feet to the ground

And I just can’t cope

This is bad

Think I broke my leg, it’s my favorite of the two

Square hole, round peg

This is good

I’m finding a connection, found a way

Current predilection

An exercise in tacit patience

What seems to be my fascination,

With the ways things are, and how they’ve been

I’m standing on a, I’m standing on a sand foundation

Reached out your hand, so I bit a finger

What seems to be your reason to linger,

You didn’t leave, you didn’t sway

I’m standing on a, I’m standing on a soapbox here with you

So what is good, what is right?

What is dark and what’s just night?

Why’d I run, against a wall

Why bother catching me when I fall?

Why do these songs always come out right?

A simple rhyme, it’s ending tight

Why does love, make it all just seem

Like there’s never bad or ugly

If there’s a God, this much is true

Everything He learned He learned from you

You’ve shown me

An exercise in tacit patience

What seems to be my fascination,

With the ways things are, and how they’ve been

I’m standing on a, I’m standing on a sand foundation

Reached out your hand, so I bit a finger

What seems to be your reason to linger,

You didn’t leave, you didn’t sway

I’m standing on a, I’m standing on a soapbox here with you