Vacillation

So the vacillation starts up again
Last Sunday it was over and you were leaving.
Mid week you realized what a big step that was and how frightened you were
This Sunday you were full of love and happiness to see me.

All i did was to tell you there was time. That we could come up with omething, some new way of being.

I hate the amusement park ride of this. Not knowing which way it's going and the way we travel in circles over and over.