Truth Taker

Painfully witnessing another's victory Parading before his eyes, before his eyes His envy, fully awake And restless admiring Each and every passerby, every passerby An inner gravity Toward all directions Submersed in a pull of unreachable destinations Completely removed, removed of acceptance For another's standing in, standing in the distance Shouldn't you be living above this? Shouldn't you be finding your own way? Shouldn't you be living above this? Shouldn't you be finding your own way? Endlessly praying for just one taste Of a truth of anything but your own Of anything but your own If given the chance They would be clear of the path But without their presence You would never have known the direction Had it been unseen, unseen or unsaid To be content in their standing Is to find a way of your own Shouldn't you be living above this? Shouldn't you be finding your own way? Shouldn't you be living above this? Shouldn't you be finding your own way? Endlessly praying for just one taste Of a truth of anything but your own Of anything but your own Shouldn't you be living above this? Shouldn't you be finding your own way? Shouldn't you be living above this? Shouldn't you be finding your own way? Endlessly praying for just one taste Of a truth of anything but your own Of anything but your own