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 © Chance Gallaher | Year Posted 2011
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