You can’t stretch grasping forever
and stand at peace
Get up on the pedestal
You’ll get seen but not release
If it’s all excuses
You’ll never rise up to glory
And you’ll never be for real real
if you’re only telling your own story
The victories that go out on parade
don’t outlast their season
All these things are waste and mutant growths
And nature abhors them with reason
And as the man of this endless hour
I will not allow my heart
to give them power
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