Whatever that may mean,
Do you imagine things will get better,
If you act differently?
Or do you wait for the bad luck to pass,
Then wait for the next wave,
To carry you closer to a safe shore,
Until you try to wade back in again?
Maybe you've known nothing other than falling,
So expect nothing more,
Or got the world on a gold, fucking tray,
Jam-packed with open doors.
The key thing is,
If you don't know which you are,
You won't know what action you need to take,
Although any will take you just as far.