I have been walking a straight line
Searching for what is mine
Looking over my shoulder
Searching for the soul in sculpture
I sit and wait for tomorrow
To remove the mask that I borrowed
An ear to the ground, my lips to your ear
It is not over yet but it’s getting near
Through the sandglass and into the sea
I’m waiting for the waves to bring myself back to me

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