Noticing the strain on my mind
Seeing it`s not good for me
I still have no idea
What I`m required to be
I listen to the problems of people
I tell them what they want me to say
And I don`t see why
I can`t go on this way
Looking through the crack in the window
And seeing things in a different way
The image blurs
And beams of light travel astray
I`m changing in my soul
I`ve become tired and old
My reformation continuing
In the desert and out in the cold
I want my future set
But are we finished yet?
The patience tree is dying
It withers as it drops to the ground
I`m running out of time
Hoping to get away
I want my future set
But are we finished yet
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