Choices

It's come to it's end it seems,
In it's own way.
I'm walking away,
hopefully for good
(but only time will tell).
You are too young
too naive, too wrapped up in
everything that doesn't matter.
Someone's gotta teach you someday
(but only time will tell who will).
Yet the world keeps spinning
and I stand at the fork in the road.
Left. Right.
I'll take the middle, thanks.
I'll walk through the forest -
my path was never meant to be clear cut.
It's funny,
I don't see why anyone's jealous of you.
They're too wrapped up in delusions
You are far from enviable.
Then again, I don't envy
(anymore)
I'm walking on a rope
above the world
Fall or Fly. Left or Right.
Why are there only two choices?
Let go or Hold on.
Two choices.
Yeah, I'm letting go
of something for sure.
Maybe it's not you. Maybe it's just
an idea.
The idea love will just appear.
I don't know, but
I'm learning that
Love is the most important thing in the world
but
when it deems me ready
it will come and find me.
Maybe that's what you need to learn.
To stop caring about what they think
and start caring about what you think.
(Misery doesn't suit you)
It's like wearing a tux in the rain.
Standing under your umbrella,
alone.
Someone's going to teach you to dance out in the rain
(I wish it were me)
And it's better if you don't
try to resist.
Drop the umbrella and run. Scream.
Your good shoes will soak through
and your good suit will be ruined.
But when did that matter anyways?
I'm not walking away from you.
I'm walking away from this.
Whatever you call it.
I won't stand under this umbrella any more.
I've gone to dance in my good dress,
get soaked to the bone,
(maybe I'll catch a cold)
But hey.
I'm having fun.
Drop the umbrella and dance, sweetheart.
(With who, I wonder)
Happiness comes with risks.
Stop caring, start living.
(The rain's not going to stop)
Take my hand, or someone else's,
but hunny, it's time to learn.
I've made my choice.
(You won't drag me down anymore)
Time to make yours.