Taking shape
I can finally stay the same
Just enough to claim my abilities
I can see what time is
Altering
From my view
Half in and half out of line
Waiting on one condition
That I may someday call it mine
How was I sold
On this compromise
Standing by
The underground station on
My off time
I think of what you said
When Donna's baby was born
You said taht you were scared
To take on nothing
But a new form
Taking shape
I give away who I am
Disguising myself as
Aging is curing me
Of going out
Of my way
To wait
On an ideal future shape
Far enough away
To want to take