Happy ideas turn to hot air.
A balloon filled then released without care.
Hey God, I need to feel important and productive.
You already are, to me.
Surely you must be mistaken.
Empty hands and an empty head, ownership mine.
Hey I don’t think you’re aware of how pointless my life is.
Son, I have plans for you.
But I don’t see them. No, I don’t feel your hands. No, I don’t see a sure shore.
Please help me understand.
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