Why must I whine and pine?
I live undue privilege to unending time
Complaints still arise and I utter with ease
Leaving knots in my gut I am sickly diseased
But it's never too late to be grateful
To be sowing the seeds, letting gratitude breed
Not that the bitters are a meaningless taste
But alone and out of context we will suffer and waste
Yes alone and out of context we will suffer and waste
Relate to this life with a forgiving heart
In the beauty and strife we will replenish, we will restart
What does it all define?
All this undue privilege to unending time
It all feels designed and its out of my hands
Or so i say to myself to escape your demands
But it's never too late to be grateful
To be sowing the seeds, letting gratitude breed
Not that the bitters are a meaningless taste
But alone and out of context we will suffer and waste
Yes alone and out of context we will suffer and waste
So forgive this life with a relative heart
In the strife and the glory we will replenish, we will restart