One day you're certain of how things will be
Then you're bewildered
And robbed of your glee
This is what happens next
As the curtains are drawn
The stage of your life revealed
But the script is now gone
The questions in your eyes
What's the meaning of it all?
To which your heart replies
This is much less like a play and more like a grand ball
The stage is now filled with song
All the cast of your play are now dancing
And you're itching to dance along
Now you can't stop your feet from their tapping
Soon enough you'll start to think
Perhaps I'll write again
With your reasons indistinct
A script may help this dance
You so easily forget exactly how this ends
Inspired, rewired you calculate the steps
Each movement to the moment
An elaborate conquest
You find such comfort in the orchestration
You must determine how the plot unfolds
Making rigid demands of your cast
They seem so unconcerned with the things you ask
Still they keep on dancing on
Just as though you don't have a say
In the choice of routine or song
And isn't it better that way?
This is what happens when you realize you're not in control
Some days you'll bear the load
And others you won't
This is what happens when you realize you're not in control
Some days you'll bear the load
And others you won't
This is what happens when you realize you're not in control
Some days you'll bear the load
And others you won't
