I am growing tired of moving
searching
working
living this life
in this term
i must transition
i must seek those in high positions
avoid those inventing religons
and dwell with those who truely
see visions
but they all say
keep trodding
searching
working
living this life
in this term
i must transition
i must seek those in high positions
avoid those inventing religons
and dwell with those who truely
see visions
but they all say
keep trodding
before me i see
windows of broken glass
wooden panels of peeled paint
and my limbs, beyond faint
are in need of rest
the borded doors bother me none
nor do the rotting roof tops
here will i sucome
to truth
here will i be my own assisstance
here i will transition
