i'm stuck in a loop

trapped in a phrase

jumping thorough the hoop

till the end of days

we all walk the line

i know it's cliche

and it's now the time

for me to say

the procession marches toward the deep

with their suits and dresses and hats

underneath umbrellas, toward the deep

the deep, dark- slipping in their flats

all i wanted was an answer

to the question you can't ask

all you wanted was a dancer

that would not remove your mask

colder days surround us now

mother nature, she has my shawl

but when she stooped to take her bow

i saw the summer turn to fall

seems like we've come to far

to just turn and walk away

so instead i choose to mar

what could've been, what may

the procession marches toward the deep

with their suits and dresses and hats

underneath umbrellas toward the deep

the deep, dark- slipping in their flats

all i wanted was a life less complicated

yet something more than i can know

all you wanted, she had implicated

was only a matter of go

all i wanted was an answer

to the question you can't ask

all you wanted was a dancer

that would not remove your mask

i'll watch the days turn warmer

the initation of fair spring

i'll see my love drift further

until summer completes the ring