And here lay the change
Nowhere to hide
The road to Canaan my friend
On the river Jordan's other side


But the current too swift
And the present so real
8 a.m., 8, 512s
Yet still- still i can feel


Divided in a wilderness of cruel thought
Ostracized  from the promised land
Reaching for vice or companionship
Either one as likely to fill the hands


‘Nother dreary morning
Cigarettes and morning dew
But i don’t smoke anymore
And haven’t a patience eyes clue


Days a blur as they tend to be
3 am 105 on 44
The windshield skewed by expectations
With both my foot and promises on the floor


Can you sustain the sorrows rain
Can you love when the dopamine dips
Or are we but addicts in search for a come up
Seeking comfort from a liars lips


Will they fall from you
Freely formed, not meant to be
Or will we drown in conditions
Suffocated by utter policy


Can only the selfish love
With bright eye opposition
Falling like hard rays of sun
On fragile constitutions


Is there deeper meaning
Our morals like a northern star
But the morning came in like a freight train
Carrying our expectations a continent far


It’s a long road to Arcadia my friend
And maybe we're east of Eden
But a wandering soul is hoping
While the certain is still dreaming