And sometimes you wonder about your dreams
When too little has come to make you hopeful
And too much to allow you to feel hopeless
So you move on wandering from one extreme to the other
Seeking resolution more than an actual goal itself
Deciding that despite your views to the contrary
There is someone running the show
And wishing it would make up its damn mind
Somewhere along the line
Because you can act on what you know
But the waiting is slowly killing you
And you have better things to do with your time.
And so you move on
Never quite this or that
But somewhere in between