Painfully witnessing anothers victory Parading before his eyes His envy, fully awake and restless Admiring each and every passerby An inner gravity toward all directions Submersed in a pull of unreachable destinations Completely removed of acceptance For anothers standing in the distance Shouldnt you be living above this? Shouldnt you be finding your own way? Endlessly praying for just one taste Of a truth of anything but your own If given the chance, they would be clear of the path But without their presence You would never have known the direction Had it been unseen or unsaid To be content in their standing Is to find a way of your own Shouldnt you be living above this? Shouldnt you be finding your own way? Endlessly praying for just one taste Of a truth of anything but your own
shouldnt, anothers, endlessly, finding, praying