I didn't forget the things I had done,
or the things I had said.
Nothing would let me forget
it was all buried away in my head.
Had I already made my bed,
but just forgot to lay?
Was everyday a new one..
with new ways to play...
new things to say
and old things to forget?
Was life one big movie,
was it all just a skit?
Had I dug a ditch,
for me to stumble in
or had I endured so much,
so many situations stayed humble in.
Was I sound asleep
or wide awake right in the Lion's den...
Was I secure and sure with life,
was the Lion of life my friend.
Did I awake everyday,
to a new beginning just to hope
and move and think so fast
so that it all could quickly end.
All the things I deeply felt
and all the things saw so deep,
was it a dream or a nightmare...
a gift or a curse, how could all this be?
Seeing me right before me but not me,
seeing life pass me by.
Was I incapable of going forward,
was it good enough a try to fly.
Was the pain even real,
was it good enough a cry...
Sitting back breathing deeply in a sigh...
Everyday so many new whys.
Trying to stay true,
but ending up swimming in lies.
Trying to catch the pureness
of a natural high
in an unnatural world.
Trying to be that genuine girl,
but just ended up in Life's Lions whirl...