| One day, I’ll find relief
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| I’ll be arrived
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| And I’ll be friend to my friends who know how to be friends
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| One day, I’ll be at peace
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| I’ll be enlightened, and I’ll be married with children and maybe adopt
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| One day, I will be healed
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| I will gather my wounds, forge the end of tragic comedy
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| I have been running so sweaty my whole life
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| Urgent for a finish line
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| And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete
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| One day, my mind will retreat
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| And I’ll know God
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| And I’ll be constantly one with her night dusk and day
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| One day, I’ll be secure
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| Like the women I see on their thirtieth anniversaries
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| I have been running so sweaty my whole life
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| Urgent for a finish line
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| And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete
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| Ever unfolding
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| Ever expanding
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| Ever adventurous
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| And torturous
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| And never done
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| One day, I will speak freely
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| I’ll be less afraid
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| And measured outside of my poems and lyrics and art
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| One day, I will be faith-filled
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| I’ll be trusting and spacious, authentic and grounded and home
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| I have been running so sweaty my whole life
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| Urgent for a finish line
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| And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete |