The Potter And The Clay by J. Lind.
When I’m part of the system that I swore off in my youth
The one that fed and clothed me, the one that gave me proof
When I’m crippled by resentment from my friends and foes alike
And severed by the scissors of someone else’s black and whiteI’m tempted to fall silent, to just pack my things and go
To live outside the system or to start one of my own
But I must seek the balance between sacred and profane
The player and the playwright, the potter and the clay
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Too true Gary, hang in there.