Testo You Get To Decide

You sit here with the same view
And try to see something different
But it's still only a mess
There are always some
Sour grapes to deliver
Or you could just chase a fly near your nose
Or be surrounded and alone
Whatever works, I suppose
Could always hide
That's a thing you get to decide

Trying to stay open and listening
Because I don't know
Much except that there's more than my reflection in a window
That and I don't always need it closed

Take all the time you need
And be prepared to wait patiently
That's a thing you get to decide