Have I established a pattern,
Perhaps a bi-annual mental collapse?
and is every day a thousand years
For anyone with ears to hear?
Someday I'll find me
Can you really make all things new?
I have reason to believe you do,
nothing new,
Break on through (to the other side)
part two.
Someday I'll find me
If the briar or wheat grow,
cloven tongues of fire aglow
or of snow, bond or free
in whatever you may be
someday I'll find me