Twists and Turns

This world, with it's twists and turns, is
too fickle, somehow ( ... you twist and
turn, like a twisty turny thing....)

This is where I stand ( this place here).

This (this place) is where I stand.

And like a twisty, turny thing, this place

(here) moves. Here moves to there.

(Twisty. Turny. )

And the world is too fickle.

And my nights are filled with flying and falling.

And the ancients look on, sternly, keeping their counsel.

And still, I leap in the air, magic lifting me, until I've climbed too high, and know I must crash.

Twisty turny world.