Unlikely

I remember when it all seemed

To fit into this narrow path of life

All my questions had found there tomb

Cause the answers felt so right



Who woke up this troubled face

Who pulled the plug



Now when we are stuck in the soil

Of our own bewilderment

On what can we rely



Who woke up this troubled face

Who pulled the plug



Should have known in the end

You would be backing out

So unlikely for your nature

To be hanging on



You start the change

You break the waves

But how long before

You chicken out again