where

I'm addicted to the brokenness
The pain, the dissatisfaction
I'm addicted to the flailing
To the waiting
To the restless

But I'm tired of my addictions
Yet I can't move away
I feel stuck and hopeful
That maybe I'll rise from this dusty place.

Where carnal pleasures flee
And weak desires snuff out
Where strength and beauty abound
That's where I'll be found.

Where golden eyes shine bright and clear
Where baseless fears escape in tears
Where shriveled feet begin to dance
Where my restless heart finds its destiny.