The visions I see are reletneless,
while the messages come off senseless.
It's so dificult finding a way of explaining.
don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining.
I'm reminded of so long ago,
That time we got stuck in the snow.
The wheels would spin but we stood still,
We moved on by streangth of our own will.
It was I who got us stuck,
and I spend too much time wallowing in my own muck.
It's been a journey to realize my own faults.
I should know better than to treat life like some sort of watlz.
The people I love have invaded my dreams,
I try to not to obsess over how the picture seems.
I would lie and tell her I had no love to give her
As we sat and looked over the flowing river.