sunshine, red wine, reason to sing.

Some times the right answer, doesn't seem like the right answer. Life is tricky like that, always keeping you on your toes. My toes are cut up, sore and bloody. In fact, there are holes in my shoes, worn out from where i've been balancing on my tip toes. I know there is more to life than this, and that the fog is keeping me low. I have more to offer, more to do... it's time I found a way out. Some days I wake up, not really awake at all. Some nights, I sit here restless in a body that feels alien to me. I shift from person to person, without much warning. I wonder how hard that must be, for everyone watching. I'd challenge that it's harder to do, than to watch. Though, I shouldn't say hard... it comes so naturally. I am a professional shifter. And sometimes, it's just not an easy choice. These decisions will mold me, shape me, break me and hold me. I can't do anything but what I'm going to do, though. We knew that already though, didn't we? I'm the wind, and it's never really easy to hold on to something that you're not sure was ever really there in the first place. The right answer doesn't always seem like the right one, but only I never asked you to decide what's right for me... did I?