Bones are aching
Blood is raw
All this waiting
What’s this for?
Feet are itching
Limbs are sore
Brain it’s bitching
What’s this for?
Soul is shackled
Lies on show
Ceaseless cackles
What’s this for?
Life is listless
Love is low
Bruised and bristled
What’s this for?
Troughs and peaks
We rise to fall
Famine and feast
What’s this for?
What’s this for?
It’s all to know
It’s all to journey
That’s what this is for
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