I've been searching for my dream
A hundred times today
I build them up, you knock them down
Like they were made of clay
Then the tide rushes in
And washes my castles away
Then I'm really not so sure
Which side of the bed I should lay
You keep looking for someone
To tell your troubles to
I'll sit down and lend an ear
Yet I hear nothing new
Ask the mirror on the wall
Who's the biggest fool of all,
Bet you feel small,
It happens to us all.
See the world
Ask what's it for,
Understanding, nothing more,
Don't you feel small,
It happens to us all.
** Borrowed from the Moody Blues. I assumed most here would recognize the lyrics.
Post Edited (RobLee) : 9/27/2018 7:06:08 PM (GMT-6)