Lyrical Riffs A time of wondering, waiting, endlessly frustrating,
Days of beating round the bush and prevaricating.
Veering to the left and drifting to the right,
Expectation fading then burning bright,
Not giving up, though I’m drawn to give in,
Till I see the first glimpse of light begin.
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