I am floating out here.
I cannot hold on this for ever.
There is this place inside of me
that I cannot take you.
A place that I cannot take anyone.
If you came here,
you would never come back to me.
So, let me go.
Let me go.
I have to move onto the next place
that I have never been
and maybe when I get there
I will find that something
that I have always been looking for.
Right now I feel like I am adrift
and that there is nothing to hold onto.
Without work, I am nothing.
I have nothing to do with these hands.
There is no one that needs me,
but I need them.
So, what now?
There is nothing to hold onto,
but you hold onto me.
Let me go.
Who knows?
There might be that something
that I am looking for in that place over there;
in that place that I have never been.
Let me go so that I can keep looking.
Looking for that something that I have never been.
So, maybe; just maybe
I can become something more then I am.
Zebra Pig 