She’s Back
She’s back.
She’s here to try and knock me off my track;
She’s nervous now, she thinks I might be close to solid ground
No longer watching life slip through fingers like tiny grains of sand.
I want her gone.
She makes it hard for me to carry on;
She’s clever, knows it won’t take much to knock me down
And back to watching tiny grains of sand slip through fragile fingers.
