Of something, anything to hold on tight. Better yet, I’ll take a flight.
To the hills, mountains, forest or beach – just anywhere that’s out of reach.
From the hustle and bustle of corporate tussles.
To gain respect, to gain control. In the end, it sucks your soul.
Going here, going there, never really getting anywhere.
In the end, I know I’ll win, but until then – it’s spin, spin, spin.
I’m told things happen for a reason. Like wind, rain and change of season.
Don’t lose your mind, don’t lose your soul. Just grab a hold and take control.
Good things are meant to last, but until then – they can kiss my a$$.