you push
the uncertainty
the more
i want
to shrivel and die
the more
you shrug
your shoulders
to the future
the more
i want
to hide from
whatever comes
why try
when nothing good's
coming my way?
why hope
when nothing new's
about to be born?
why live
with my own inequity
when the calm
that i want to see
is in a blur
just beyond me
with no road ahead
to set me free
comfort me
or free me to the stars
(now)
to set me free
comfort me
or free me to the stars
(now)
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