Balance Problems

Papaver

One, two, three, four, five, six...
All the world in your arms. Here tell me what you want to be.
Comfort with all of yourself near. Something you hope to achieve.
Sleep, sleep 'til you wake dear, but never awake from your dreams.
Run, run from your worst fear. Hard to admit what you think.
Better off with a delay than never arriving at all.
Stop for a spell in the sun and direction gets hard to recall.
Sleep, sleep 'til you wake dear, but never awake from your dreams.
Run, run from your worst fear. Hard to admit what you think.
Take, take what you want dear, losing the best of yourself.
Rest, rest and be yours love. Something you know that we'll have.