March Sadness

Oh, did everything turn out the be the way I said it would?
I wished the ground would open up and swallow where I stood
The earth beneath me moves, and it betrays where I stand
I've spent too long on this, and you're becoming foreign land

And I'm thinking
There's nothing right and nothing wrong
I'm still finding
That nothing else will take this long

So, I'm supposed to search for this again, some means to my end
No meaning to these minutes of slowly ticking time we spend
Bigger vision fades and our spinning earth suspends
Not comforted by all these thoughts you feel you have to lend

And I'm thinking
There's nothing right and nothing wrong
I'm still finding
That nothing else will take this long

Risking forks in the road

And I'm thinking
There's nothing right and nothing wrong
I'm still finding
That nothing else will take this long