more questions than answers..

If we knew there was new
to our words we’d stay true
while another day passes
from bright light to blue

While the ups match the downs
my elation turns sour
catch me fishing for signs
that I still have the power

Just where will it end?
and have I began?
Can I fulfil the promise
of being a man?

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