Painfully witnessing another's 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 another's standing in the distance
Shouldn't you be living above this Shouldn't 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
Shouldn't you be living above this Shouldn't you be finding your own way Endlessly praying for just one taste Of a truth of anything but your own