To find it today
After leaving it behind
Then finding it fray
Held together in a bind
Like holding on to hay
About to blow your mind
Still holding you at bay
Trying to be kind
Shaking hands holding a tray
Slowly dissipating like a band
Until patients is blown away.

LABORING ON A MAN WITH A MISSION,
LIMITED ONLY BY HIS WANTING
GITTING CLOSE BUT NEVER REACHING
GOING ON THROUGHT HIS DAY SEARCHING,
SEARCHING FOR AND WIDE FRO WHAT IS MISSING
SLEDGING THROUGH STORMS OF LIGHTNING
HOLDING TRUE WITH PATIENCE EVERLASTING

HOPING AND WORKING IN THOUGHTS OF HIS MISSION
STOPPING FROM THE ENDLESS RUNNING
SO THAT OTHERS MIGHT NOT LIVE THERE LIFES FIGHTING
COTNINUING TO FIGHT WELL FILLING LIKE FLEEING
CAUGHT IN A BATTLE NEVER ENDING
BUT AT THE END THE END OF THE BITTER DAY BRINGING

BLISS IN A DREAM OF REACHING HIS MISSION
FINDING A SENSATION ONLY RIVALD BY FLYING
FIGHTING AS IF HE WERE FLOATING
IN A PERFECT SEASON OF BLOOMING
INSIDE A BUBBLE OF NOTHING
PROTECTED FROM WORK OF SOMETHING
PRACTICING AT THE ART OF PRECEIVING
AS IF EVERYTHIG WAS BUT A DREAMING
AWAKING TO YET AGAIN, AN INCOMPLEET MISSION

A continuous loop
As if your running left and appearing right
Going down to find yourself on top
Getting up to find that day has passed into night
Running faster then ever well you grind to a stop
Returning to peace to find a fight
Then finding yourself breaking the troop
That you find the earth spinning in a loop of continuous flight