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Waiting Game

Another movement, another minute Another hour, does this tick win yet? Keep holding off the moment As if a day of glory will come When fate shines down atonement And then you will be optimum Hypocrite thy name is human We're in the same boat of lies With humdrum holds and fickle crewman We sail stubbornly sans surprise Heave Ho! Heavy against all we must woe Don't mind the wake, it won't touch our fate Stroke! Row! Despite the winds blow! Let's take stake that chaos hold its state You want life's meaning? Reproduction You want a sign? Let it be me Want a purpose? Learn how we function What's the point? You'll just have to see

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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