I see the windows clearly
Like the sand falling through an hour glass
My time was wasted on the
Illusion of my worried past
I will wait for nothing
Now that I am free
But I long for
What is something new
And I'll wait for
To be told something true
We spend our lives trying to
Pick the pieces of our identity
Run away with me
Marching on the Shores of La Jolla
Kicking away the sand beneath me
It's a dream watching the sun going to sleep
I see the windows clearly
Like the sand falling through an hour glass
My time was wasted on the
Illusion of my worried past
I will wait for nothing
Now that I am free
But I long for
What is something new
And I'll wait for
To be told something true
Holding on to, letting go of
Mixed feelings that are intertwined
I will dream, I will strive
To the end of truth and time
I see the windows clearly
Like the sand falling through an hour glass
My time was wasted on the
Illusion of my worried past
I will wait for nothing
Now that I am free
But I long for
What is something new
And I'll wait for
To be told something true
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