I never doubted what my mother said
Well, maybe then, but not now.
She called you the hardest working man we know
I'll be like you somehow,
So I've been eating sand for about two years waiting for water in this stream
But all the water turns to steam and clouds my vision so I can't see.
Show me the way
And I'll drain these vultures from every pore.
Show you the piece of you in me with every drop of sweat upon the floor.
When the winds of change start blowing, I'll use your sails to guide my ship
and when the blooming moon stops glowing, I'll use your eyes when I go blind
So I don't miss a step.
Aware so I don't sleep.
Well, enough, but not too much.
Have moderation in hibernation
Think enough, but not too much.
Do more.
Do well.
Do often.
Don't stop.
The end is far
The start is here, so move.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
I never doubted what my mother said
Well, maybe then, but not now.
She called you the hardest working man we know
I'll be like you somehow,
So I've been eating sand for about two years waiting for water in this stream
But all the water turns to steam and clouds my vision so I can't see.
Show me the way
And I'll drain these vultures from every pore.
Show you the piece of you in me with every drop of sweat upon the floor.
When the winds of change start blowing, I'll use your sails to guide my ship
and when the blooming moon stops glowing, I'll use your eyes when I go blind
So I don't miss a step.
Aware so I don't sleep.
Well, enough, but not too much.
Have moderation in hibernation
Think enough, but not too much.
Do more.
Do well.
Do often.
Don't stop.
The end is far
The start is here, so move.
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