As the age of uncertainty lies on the page
It sure feels good, with somewhere to go
A space to meander, with nothing to show
I've worn myself out, I've come to the end
We have no future, on that I can depend
I'm off, I am away, in search of other roles
I shall seek out a quite different stipend
I only asked you for one message
The message that you never did send
Yes I am hurting, truth cannot be denied
But I will gather myself, I will attempt to mend
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