to stand the test of time
that keeps us glued together
and feeling so excrementable
how many ways you don't know you
we miss the point to carry on
things you love but did not get
and all the times you've been upset by
unfulfilled dreams and visions
and the guilt for your wrong decisions
pry out from under all the lies
and distractions of the world
you've seen what they can do
but you can't see your way out
we miss the point to carry on
when you hear the sound of disappointment
when the sight's set higher
there is light at the end at all
time to reach out for what's real
that you shouldn't always follow the first thing you feel