Fall

How do you begin to talk about three years gone?
The good the bad or the ugly
When it was mostly mundane
And do you pinpoint just where it all went wrong?
Not here, not there, or anywhere
Did I simply go insane.


No matter how high you rise
Everything will fall and...
Break apart fall apart
And I’m here picking up the pieces
And what about all that we’ve ever done and said
The love the hate and the in between
Did it only mean nothing?
Through it all I thought I was a leader not led
To this to that and all of our stuff
I did leave without a ring
No matter how high you rise
Everything will fall and...
Break apart fall apart
And I’m here picking up the pieces
I put this out into the universe
I’m waiting for an answer
Without really asking a question
Maybe that was my problem.