Life Is Less Than Ordinary

This life is less than ordinary in an imperfect world
Beset by time, besieged by fate
Hasten your own beliefs my sisters and brothers
As the lonesome traveller moves among us in the trees

These are the days and those were the nights
Seemly cumbersome beneath these city lights
Sometimes you must be cruel to be kind
Within this seeded state of mind

In the distance the faded sounds of hands clapping
Beneath the beat my foot is tapping
As it is and as it happens

My life is not measured by time or money
I live my life on bread and honey

The bitter cold is bitting through every nerve and fibre
Unrelenting, and unrepenting, scrupulous I have become
Beneath the light of the setting sun

Far away from my own home
Upon this land where I now roam
So here I stand, till life's sweet bitter end

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