I’m not saying I'm happy, because in some ways I'm not.
I'm not saying I'm sad, because really I'm not.
Its complicated. Homeless and fearless. My place was taken out from under me.
I'm just falling. Where did my net go? Here I find someone has been cutting holes in it for years.
Mindless holes, with only a selfish thought. Taking wicked pleasure in ever snip.
Finding your worth like the vampire and the cat. Sucking and feeding, tricking and needing.
Middle ground, sitting down. Maybe the race is over, maybe its just my three leaf clover.
Come quick, little gun. Signal start of all the fun. Let us be, let us run. Let all this mess be done.