so sick of new years' resolutions
or problems and their potential solutions
so sick of this pollution
in my thoughts
that tells me
there must be...

so tired of big words
in small hands
all the daily crimes i commit
you better learn to set
your feet
one after another
before you bother
yourself with running

and still there's hidden
a way
to fly
don't you ever doubt
you can find it

(ju)