Fireflies

I’m all fingers and thumbs

Clutching at straws, but I can’t get a solid grip

And the sands of time slip through my hands

I want to build a bridge to your heart

But its dark and I’ve lost my way

I keep looking for the light

But all I’ve got to guide me is these fireflies

And I think they have a hidden agenda

They keep leading me up the garden path

But this garden isn’t Eden.

I think I’ve been barking up the wrong tree

I chased a butterfly, it came to land on a lily pond

Waded in to try to get a closer look

But all I found was a hornet’s nest

And I got that sinking feeling again

I took out me easel and tried to paint a brighter picture

But the summers seem much shorter than they used to be

So I need to find a four-leaf clover

To wish myself out of here.