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Crumbs of Beauty

Left here with these crumbs of beauty
I am searching for a sense of duty
Marathon of flesh and spirit
finish line? No one wants to get near it

all together now, scratching up the surface
I am thirsting for a sense of purpose
endless versions of endless sermons
but I know it is Mine to determine

bearing witness to collective decision
I cant believe my sense of vision
A strain to maintain impartiality
no room when consumed with lapping up the luxury

right here in this autumn season
I am struggling with my sense of reason
some of us shrug it off, some of us fear it
some of us preach to anyone who�ll hear it

Still here on this shrinking oasis
I am losing my sense of balance
some of us laugh and play, some of us bow and pray
some of us close our eyes and waste away another day

The Most High can be defined
by no one in this time
nothing left to satisfy?
only if we�re so declined
seek and we�ll rewind
closer to what was in mind
rewind back to a spine
some things best not left behind