Through Wandering Eyes

Through wandering eyes, I see this world As a waiting point for people to share what they know. Though I have heard, it’s never been told. I just listen and thoughts all around me seem to unfold. If living like this means I’m lost, then don’t find me. I’m not hiding myself. I’ve just got better places to be. If your destination is only perfection, then I’m right where I want to be. Rather than touch, I choose to hold on, Waiting for changes and when to arrange in a way that feels right. Is it a crush? And what does that say? Am I not lucky enough to have lived in the life that I made? If living like this means I’m lost, then don’t find me. I’m not hiding myself. I’ve just got better places to be. If your destination is only perfection, then I’m right where I want to be. Holding on to all that you know Is only important up until the moment it’s time to let go. Recorded song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWM_gkQwEnY