I am floating out here.
I cannot hold on this for ever. There is this place inside of me that I cannot take you. A place that I cannot take anyone. If you came here, you would never come back to me. So, let me go. Let me go. I have to move onto the next place that I have never been and maybe when I get there I will find that something that I have always been looking for. Right now I feel like I am adrift and that there is nothing to hold onto. Without work, I am nothing. I have nothing to do with these hands. There is no one that needs me, but I need them. So, what now? There is nothing to hold onto, but you hold onto me. Let me go. Who knows? There might be that something that I am looking for in that place over there; in that place that I have never been. Let me go so that I can keep looking. Looking for that something that I have never been. So, maybe; just maybe I can become something more then I am.