just a small dot, in a place that never ends, spinning 'round and 'round, these things come to me, as time moves me on, to where I go, forever balanced on the land, that I walk on, the air I breathe, being every ones to share, just like a puppet, controlled by the strings overhead, on stage in a theater, my life goes on and on, the load always shifting, from the deep pains to pleasure, or somewhere in the middle, the meaning of it being, only the lessons learned, but I still wonder why, my life has not seen, any love at all, but still I stand today, hanging by just a thread, waiting for my love, to find its way, back around to me