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I’m running short of hours,
to convince myself of higher powers,
I’m running short of hours,
to treat myself to better days,
Of holy days and mystic nights,
father, son and soulful rights,
Of sunlit morns & lazy noons,
subtle rains on your tin roof.
Too early for me to sleep tonight,
I can’t see no sun, it’s tomorrow already but am I right?
To feel better bout another one?
Another Day.
Another prayer for me to pray
I’m falling short of holism
and it’s metaphysical support
Of secular humanism, meaning of life,
reflections of a gleam of light
I’m fading away from existence,
compassion & benevolence, this is so
absurd, failure to see the significance
of you and me.
Sunlight’s dissipating
Rain emancipating
Too early for me to sleep tonight,
I can’t see no sun, it’s tomorrow already but am I right?
To feel better bout another one?
Another Day.
Another prayer for me to pray
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