Some of us are so caught up trying to get water from a dry well we completely miss the oasis in the distance. Or worse, we see the oasis and choose to wait the well out, or improve our digging habits, as though through sheer determination and resourcefulness we could survive in the desert without water forever.
We’re a pair of parallel lines You’re just like me We’re on the same path But we don’t ever meet You talk to all my friends but me I guess I’m not that nice after all You You’re in the house up on a cloud Me I’m on a mission.
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