Break on Through (to the Other Side) [pt. Two] - mewithoutYou

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)

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