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The Uncertainty Of It All
There's this uncertainty, you know,
The kind that wakes you up at night
In the midst of dreams or otherwise
And you can't quite breathe
You're not heaving, no, but you feel
As though these might be the last ones,
The few remaining breaths that
Will ever enter into your lungs before
You leave this shallow frame behind
It's hallucinatory, perhaps,
Confusing mostly, for you don't know
And you don't understand anything
There's a lack of clarity and sanity
Your thoughts rotate in circles
Around your perplexed head, and
Everything feels like it'll end
Unless you make the right decision
But what the hell is that anyway?
There is no wrong or right, I feel
That there is no way of knowing,
Just guessing, but then how do you choose?
I'm paralyzed, and I don't know
How to escape from this situation
But escape I must as there isn't
An alternate option left for me
Either I choose correctly, and
Sleep lulls me back into her sweet arms
Or I battle against my constitution
Till the sun conquers the darkness
Outside my curtains this night.
The funny thing is that I've played
This game plenty of nights before
And I've chosen differently each time
Yet I still find no rest for my soul
Until I am graced by the morning light.
There's this uncertainty, you know,
The kind that wakes you up at night
In the midst of dreams or otherwise
And you can't quite breathe
You're not heaving, no, but you feel
As though these might be the last ones,
The few remaining breaths that
Will ever enter into your lungs before
You leave this shallow frame behind
It's hallucinatory, perhaps,
Confusing mostly, for you don't know
And you don't understand anything
There's a lack of clarity and sanity
Your thoughts rotate in circles
Around your perplexed head, and
Everything feels like it'll end
Unless you make the right decision
But what the hell is that anyway?
There is no wrong or right, I feel
That there is no way of knowing,
Just guessing, but then how do you choose?
I'm paralyzed, and I don't know
How to escape from this situation
But escape I must as there isn't
An alternate option left for me
Either I choose correctly, and
Sleep lulls me back into her sweet arms
Or I battle against my constitution
Till the sun conquers the darkness
Outside my curtains this night.
The funny thing is that I've played
This game plenty of nights before
And I've chosen differently each time
Yet I still find no rest for my soul
Until I am graced by the morning light.
