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The desert is dry like the soul in need of rekindling The heart is dead like the garden that need pruning The ears are deaf like the fatigue I've been ignoring The eyes are blind like the end I've been seeing
The world is broken like the vase that I threw The hands are toiling like the people I claim I once knew The chains tighten like the time I had lost you The sun is rising like the future we cannot view
In as much time or years, days —little moments of bliss and hurt— The desert is dry like my art in need of eyes seeing
In as much chance or choice, stage —little lights of glory and ego— My heart is dead like my words in need of ears hearing
In as much maze or confusion, cages —little bits of freedom enjoyed and fleeting— The world is broken like my body in need of love restoring
