Like a dying person
My sleepy brain looks back
On the hours wasted
And the things left undone
In reality, it all could have been done
By now
In fact, it could still be done
By the deadline
But it is a monster now
A leaden albatross
Swinging about my neck
On an iron chain
I see the shadow
Instead of the cat
I hear the buzzing
Instead of the bug
Fear, release your talons
I do not belong to you
Nor does my soul
I am free
I am free
I know
I am free
The refrain of that truth
Must pound in my ears
And between them
And down to my heart
All things are possible
I have been promised
I cling to His strength
I dare to hope
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