I'm so used to the weathering, the tethering of my dreams
Holding myself back but pushing myself forward
To such opposite extremes
On the one hand I get what I want
in terms of toys and gain
on the other hand I don't get to nourish my soul
like dancing in the rain
on the one hand I help so many others in need
at the cost of me
Sure they get what they want
and they get a piece of me
and at the end of the day, there is not much left
have I surrendered to this soul
of helping people helping people
at the expense of rock and roll
Isn't what I am doing noble? Not if it causes harm
to my soul and the ones around me
Not if I'm barely hanging on...
There are so many things to worry about
About making ends meet and such
and people not capable of bringing in their share
and living in the dust
And at the end of the day
and even the beginning I can barely even start
so saddened by the fear and prospects
of this and that and us
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