Somewhere in between
One path is like a movie
One path is like a nun
I’m quite certain that if I wait and see
Either path could be quite fun,
This glimmer ghost I talk about
Is probably partially real
Could it be that in this noiseless void
There is more than what you feel?
It’s a weird new feeling
It comes with a pink strong haze
When I think about right or wrong
It makes me kind of dazed,
I wonder about it here and there
It really isn’t so much of my time
I was never the kind of girl
To sit and wait and pine.
What confuses me more than the strange warm glow
Is what even constitutes dead
If it’s real like Dumbledore said
Surely it can be real inside your head.
I’m not sure how much time I’m got
I know it won’t expire
The further away the knowing becomes
The more the haze fans the fire.
I think this would be a different song
If I’d lost my mind
I think it would be a happier tune
If the haze was only kind,
This not knowing moment
This sit and be still
If I convince myself yes or no
I make myself quite ill.
I know that it won’t
It’s strange because it’s no lie
But when it fades like this
I wonder if it will die.
I keep growing what I’m knowing but
The knowing is fire proof
It was never for anyone
There’s so much more inside the truth.
There is truth in all things I suppose
From big to small to blue
I can’t tell how most of this goes
If you ask, I’m rather new.
I don’t believe in playing your cards right
Because I don’t believe it’s a game
Even if it meant being happy but just me forever
At least it would not be lame.
I know for a fact I could choose either path
There are paths further I don’t even know
I don’t believe in choosing, I believe in living
There’s a greater “I told you so”.
Love should be free
Love should be kind
Love should be more solid than haze
At least any love that’s mine,
Love should not boast
It should not be vain
I am not wrong
That is the name of the game.
“Waiting” is a state of mind
I think it cheapens with age
If my words were true back then
They would be true upon a stage.
Little dagger words that bite
I’m not sure where I am
I’ve been strolling upon the water so long
Is that really real dry land?
No one said it was torture out here
No one ever tried to float
I don’t understand why it’s so much of this or that
If we build pretty castles with moats.
I am not a princess,
I never claimed to be
Royal in the eyes of God
That’s all I want for me.
I don’t want things so easily
That they forget their price,
And at the day, despite what they say
I will still choose being nice.