uNbAlAnCeD

Unbalanced
Like a teeter totter and there is an elephant on the other end
That is my life.
Racing from one meeting to another, clinging to precious hours of sleep
Peanut butter and honey because it's fast and easy.

Doesn't seem right, doesn't seem fair.
But how you do you convince an elephant to move
when he (or she) doesn't want to?
Elephants can be very stubborn you know.

So I'm left dangling with both feet off the ground, unbalanced.
Maybe I should just jump off
but then who would play with the elephant?
What's that Jesus?
You want to climb up on my side?
I'm not sure there is room
and it's kind of unbalanced up here. Not sure you would like it.
I don't most of the time.

I want to be a child playing in the passion of youth.
I want to run carefree, swing from the monkey bars
spin until I puke and swing until I fly almost all the way around.
I don't want to be trapped by this elephant.

Maybe I'll go play with Jesus. He doesn't seem bothered by the elephant.
I think He really just wants to play with me.
I've been sitting up here for so long.
Can I jump? Dare I jump?