After many hours
On tortured row
My soul no longer knows
To ask for sunshine
Accepting counterfeit light
From fluorescent bulbs
After many days
On tortured lane
My soul no longer knows
To question my leader's motives
Accepting orders literally
Whether that be crude or insane
After many months
On tortured highway
My soul no longer knows
To ask if it's taken a detour
Traveling mile after mile
Without knocking on your door
I'm dreaming a dream
And when I awake
I'm dreaming another dream
And I sit next to barren lake
I don't know I'm dreaming
Willing this to be true
But the best I can fabricate
Is this divorced diminished view
And finally I realize
and reach out to you
I beg forgiveness
asking you be with me
And in the moment I ask
sunshine streams in
marching orders make sense
there's warmth on my face
desolate highway turns into lake
I splash in cool crisp waters
surrounded by evergreens
And in this moment
You haven't turned me away
Be it seeking not perfection
your only requirement
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