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