All Too Much, but Not Enough

isn’t it funny, how we struggle to rise,

when we’re just a foot tall;

we learn to walk, to run,

just to fall, just to fall.

and isn’t it odd, how there’s all too much

in my heart and head,

so much so, I don’t think I’d ever stay dead,

but it’s still not enough,

to keep you beside me, in the end.

trembling legs, short and small,

hands and arms lean against the wall,

we stand on our own, but why? after all,

we just fall, we just fall…

I’ve got all too much on my mind,

I have nothing but time for you,

and I wonder, why-oh-why,

it wasn’t enough. what could I do?

I stood on my own, but I wonder why? after all,

I’d just lose my footing over someone else

reduced to a baby, not like myself,

I fell, I fell, I fell,

I fell, I fell, I fell…