Resting Place

C'mon, let me learn

There's hours to fill my days with such concern

For things that don't ever occur

Cos daylight is a safe space

At the same time, it's encaging

Can I hate life in the same dream?

And be less audible

Cos it's all out of my hands

But somehow I pick it apart in time

To earn my resting place

My routine hits the ice

I obsess over curbing my stress

But then overlook the price

(I doze at the witness stand)

My wings never open if the gavel won't strike

But evidence suggests that

I'm a statue with a breath right now

I confess I can be a little focused

A little anxious

A little hopeless but

I just wanna make sure that I make the most of my days

I abandoned my post yet I'm stuck in my ways and

It's all out of my hands

But somehow I pick it apart in time

To earn my resting place

Oh I'm stumbling around and all I see is sky

Endless and open to what I can provide

But why does that make me yearn for an ending?

I sat and watched then became the debris

A tin man left out in the sleet

Still chasing that path unwinding

Blink or blindly stare

Then just as I go to break

A moment appears

When you think about how far you came

Remember you've changed

But that you're still here