Floating in a free-flowing mist
Thought I did, but I didn't get the gist
It seems things, through thick and thin
Remain the same through virtue and sin
Nothing changes in some high, hidden place
Once you get there, you leave no noticeable trace
For the people still stumbling through their own pain
Have to find their own way before they finally gain
What everyone is seeking, has sought and will seek
The best thing you can do is give them a peek
Spring them a leak, tell them you've saved them a seat
For when they're ready to be done being stuck on repeat
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Floating in a free-flowing mist
Thought I did, but I didn't get the gist
It seems things, through thick and thin
Remain the same through virtue and sin
Nothing changes in some high, hidden place
Once you get there, you leave no noticeable trace
For the people still stumbling through their own pain
Have to find their own way before they finally gain
What everyone is seeking, has sought and will seek
The best thing you can do is give them a peek
Spring them a leak, tell them you've saved them a seat
For when they're ready to be done being stuck on repeat
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