Do you know where I can find a guide,
In someone whom I can confide,
I am running out of room to hide,
Or maybe I'll just ride the tide,
Over to the other side,
I can't seem to decide
If even to him I would abide,
Never knowing if he had lied,
Maybe I'll just move aside,
To all the others who have tried,
To them I would surely abide,
But then I would not need a guide
There would be no 'other side'.