i find it's filling at a rate so slow
that i don't know until i look down
and i can't see my feet
the Plumber comes knocking at the door
but i decline and i don't sign
my name to the sheet
an unhindered stride is all i desire
but once again i turn down the One
who sets the pace
now time is flying at a rate so fast
that i have got myself wrapped
in a new coat of moss
the Gardener comes walking up the path
He offers to unbind me
free me from my dross
an unhindered stride is all i desire
and this time i'll follow in Your footsteps

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