Try as I might I cannot find,
Whatever it was I left behind,
It doesn’t matter where I look,
My future is still a closed book,
Seeking in the here and now,
Still not knowing why or how,
What is it that I am looking for?
Afraid to open any door.

It seems to me that every time,
I turn the corner or cross the line,
There’s someone, something waiting there,
To cut me down without a care,
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all I really want to do,
Is get my life back into shape,
And rest a while in sweet escape.

Tony 18/11/00