Familiar suitcases weighing down my arms
Seemingly late but far from alarmed
Going nowhere but waiting for a journey to somewhere
I have things to do but but my mind is glue and hot air
Time is running out and both shoes aren't tied
When I say I'll try, are those words another fancy tie lie?
Ticket to the clouds, one way or round trip
Blah blah blah, marathon with strong leg lips
Don't count on me I'm not counting my days right
Not outside and I have faulty insight, it seems
I need guidance and more faith than an itinerary.
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