A Delicate Balance

Living with a battered ego

Just the way it is don’t you know?

No women left as pure as the driven snow

Just more rejection as the final blow,

A battered ego like a knife wound

Chances are you’ll bleed out soon

I might as well be walking on the moon

Sitting reflectively on a Sunday afternoon,

The years roll by and optimism dies

We’re beaten down by the scope and size

Of life’s deception and government lies

I’m just waiting for a happy sunrise,

Used to think that love holds the world together

Kind of like a strap made of leather

Lay me down in a field of heather

Stop being paranoid about the weather,

There’s a delicate balance in relationships

Like tasting a fine wine with just a sip

Remember to keep a stiff upper lip

Are you waiting on your neuro chip?

She was like a cool spring day

That could suddenly turn stormy in May

She had no idea how she pushed people away

Yet, I made myself stay,

Everything has changed somehow

I’m reaching out but can’t seem to reach it now

It’s no big deal for people to violate their vows

Seems that nowadays only my suspicions get aroused.