Nothing seems to matter. I don’t have any cares.
Any of my old excitement with anyone to share.
I crave the old excitement of pushing for a goal
Now its as if I’m sleeping like the mother and a foal
I’m new and I’m different and yet have seen the world
I have a lot of wisdom and yet feel like a girl
A girl who has no vision of what she can expect
Or what to reach ahead for, or what isn’t finished yet
Inside she is still searching for the man of her dreams
One more illusion shattered because of her past screams
Coming together through the sadness and the tears I do release
As I find the things that matter for both of us to please
1997
ellensagh 