The sun is blazing on the stoop
And I am waiting for my muse.
Seems like someone else is taking up his time,
And I do not suit being forgotten.
Dreams can be a lonely place,
If you are only in them while you sleep;
And faith is a shallow whisper,
That makes promises it cannot keep.
Still I rise everyday in pursuit of all I know,
A burning desire for a plan that I can’t let go.
Trying to follow in the steps of another,
But the tracks disappeared in the fog.
It’s time to find my own way!
– She Moves
