Not the lady in red makes me uncomfortable The cauldron in mind in bubbling overtime How good are you supposed to be until you find out what really matters? There are no angelic excuses here but the feeling is that the answer is around Around the corner looms It's summer plus for me now and the seasons seem mixed in a concoction unrecognizable Reinvention and self- discovery feel like a backwards roller coaster ride Inside it feels like my world has to start so the ride continues forward throttle Pushing the restart button?