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I wish I knew where I was going
In this race wherein I didn't even hear the starting shot
Most likely, I'll never even see the checkered flag
It keeps going on and on and on
And it gets tiring, oh yes, very tiring

I've watched the sunrise
Over the bleak and bleary world
The view from the top can be beautiful and sad
When everything soaks up the light and darkness disspelled
Here I am still, hiding in my own little shadow

And always, everyday, I'd wait
For something, anything that might make a difference
Sometimes I think I've found it and then again I haven't
And if ever I do find it, I find it from somewhere else
Tough luck, expecting anything at all

Still, it keeps me going despite the absurdity
For the hope of hearing words yet to be said
And for actions yet to be done, for that one special day to dawn
Maybe then, I can finally get over all the fears and insecurities
So I can watch the sunset and I wouldn't be alone