Sick of the person I have not yet become,
All this potential, is it from below or above?
I long to be different
Yet nothing takes place,
And when I look in the mirror
I still see the same face.
The same soul, the same thoughts
In the same notions I am caught.
And how I want to be set free,
My complacent heart won't let me.
I thought I'd be different
And be closer to the One,
But I find myself walking
In a race that should be run.
Yet I run to others, run to friends,
Run to things that keep me from the end,
And then I sit here and complain,
No wonder why I don't see change.
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