Big Hand
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A hallway long and dark
Who could know what awaits?
By the time that it all comes clear, it's all too late
From Champaign anger with ink-clad fists
To fractured vessels, half-full fifths
Breathing constant contradiction
Filled with emptiness
How much longer will I have to feel like this?
Hardwired, and I've grown tired
Of this lack of bliss
When every step toward The better comes with two more back
How am I to keep it together?
How do I pick up the slack?
I want my life back
Feels like I'm racing toward what's coming after
And when I get there
Will I have any answers
To the questions I'm sick of asking
And wasting time on
So I should hold what's in my reach
Practice what I teach
And hope my impact is felt somehow
Instead I'm wasting light watching the big hand move
Losing time to make it count
Feels like I'm racing toward what's coming after
And when I get there will I have any answers
To the questions I'm sick of asking
And wasting time on
I guess I gotta take my chances
I can look back but only in glances
Step forward, past times have passed
Won't waste my time on
Losing time
To make it count