Now I have always wondered.
  How can I stand upon your shoulders,
  look around and around and round and not see a thing?
  It always seemed confusing.
  Your jokes are never amusing.
  You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing.
  We could fall below and never make a sound.
  The truth is frightening now.
  Will we ever get out?
  You always try to listen and for that gift I feel threatened.
  By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much.
  I wipe the dust off of my face.
  It's all that's left of my dreams misplaced.
  I find it hard to believe you could take much more.