Testo Build - Sleeping At Last

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Out there
Blink and you'll miss it
Is the promised land
(Or at least somewhere different)
Pressed up to the glass to see it-
I get distracted by my own reflection
Like a live-wire, hope flickers
Against the pitch black
In rich contrast-
Hypnotized by the horizon
I hold out my hand-

I just want to build
Some kind of bridge
To where the source material lives
I want to build
Brick by brick, until I am changed-

For a minute I'll be endless
For a minute I'll be brave
For a minute I'll make sense of
All of my mistakes

I've poured over the blueprints
I've stuck to the plan-
Even a little ahead of schedule
But still missing parts of who I am
My active imagination
Fills in the empty space-
The pencil reaches wide
But like anything held too tight
It breaks

I just want to make
Some kind of mark
Permanent ink
Right from the start
I want to draw
Line by line
Until I am changed-

I just want to build
Some kind of bridge
To where the source material lives
I want to build
Brick by brick, until I am changed-

For a minute I'll be endless
For a minute I'll be brave
For a minute I'll make sense of
All of my mistakes
And for a minute I'll be endless
For a minute I'll be home
For a minute I'll make something
To forever call my own

I'll always wrestle with patience-
The dissonance of purgatory
But I'll try to make use of the tension
In this first and second act of my story