And see I am still the guy I dont want to be?
Like a broken glass, pieces scattered
Can I really be fixed?
For how long will I speak these awesome words
Words that don’t match my lifestyle?
Like an ever talking radio,
Can I really become?
For how long will I keep falling and rising,
Getting dirty while still in the shower?
It feels like a just washed silly pet
Can I really get clean, for once?
For how long shall I wander
Never getting to my destination?
Like a vagabond roaming all over
Can I really arrive?
For how long shall I remain scattered
Weak and weary and never gathering?
Like a cup of spilled milk
Can i ever be collected?
I am tired of this life
I am tired of this song
I am tired of this me
I am tired of it all
I have to become,
I have to gather
I have to be fixed
I have to get it
Once and for all
I have to confluence