Searching for meaning
Searching for soul
The man in the trench-coat
Keeps digging for coal
While I spend my days
Thinking around
He feeds his children
And walks his greyhound
What am I wasting
But my precious time
I cannot stop searching
For that which is mine
Or has it never been...
All this time?
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