The office runs long and narrowly bleak
The gatherers meet at the waterhole to speak
A mighty titan stands wedged at desks end
Yet barely can they squeeze past this eight by ten
Awkwardly nudgers move to the right
In the middle they waver as if heís out of sight
On the left they clumsily stumble with care
Do they not even see him posing there?
Weeks gone by and months fly away
You havenít moved an inch a single day
Crowds continue to press on through
They glance over and review what it is you do
We are seekers of peace and theyíre wondering why
I remove the grays and disguise the cry
I too, get regally dressed in the blues
Itís for freedom and privilege this life you choose
My soul awaits for the glorious season
When we all get a glimpse of the rhyme or the reason
And I pursue the promise that Iíll see you soon
My sweet, my courageous, my elephant in the room
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