In the Company of Seward

Lord, let me take the focus off folly.
The compilation in my head that just won’t allow me
To move on.

To rise up to the sun.
The wax on my wings gone
Before I’ve begun
To move on. To move on.
Why can’t I move on?
This race is run,
before I’ve begun.

Reflection is fine on a warm sunny day.
As you sit on the banks and you hope and you pray,
That the future
Will hold things in check.
Until you fall in with a chain on your neck.

I’ve given in again.
I’m drowning in folly.
A compilation in my head that just won’t allow me
To move on.

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