A Thief I'm Not

It seems half of what I see

was only meant to be

for someone else

but it aint me

I don't believe in much fate

well maybe some of the time

Now the other half I found

while messing around

with my own intuition,

on my own steady ground

I work with what I will

and I work with what I've got

You know stealing is appealing,

but a thief I'm not

It seems half of what I find

is only for a peaceful mind

That I never wanted,

Is that such a crime?

I like to struggle in my day

well maybe some of the time

Now the other half I found

on someone else's ground

Right where it belongs,

Complacently sound

I work with what I will,

and I work with what I've got

You know stealing is appealing,

but a thief I'm not

Sometimes even steady ground

has the tendency to crumble

or so I've found

but maybe it's different

maybe this time

I'll find my own reflection

and we'll walk that line