Wisdom has hardened
The outside layer
Those around me
Now few, but loyal

More often now
I'm repeating my phrases
In those instances
When the ground
Seems like it's being pulled
Out from under me

My solutions
Are simple and restricted
Forced to remind myself
Of my objectives

My solution is simple
The cement is now dry

And all I seek is a surface
That doesn't crack
And all that threatens it
Must be at a distance

I might say the same things
In different words
But these cliches
Are what make me

I'm not an angel
I try to do
What I think is right
To stay as one piece

To stay as one piece
I might say the same things
In different words
But these words make me

Seems like it's being pulled
Out from under me

My solutions
Are simple and restricted
Forced to remind myself
Of my objectives

My solutions are simple
The cement is now dry
And all I seek is a surface
That doesn't crack

That doesn't crack

I might say the same things
In different words
But these cliches are what make me

But these words make me