Wasted

I must be wasted on the waiting
 I was wondering about a home
 A fable painted, is it my creation
 I guess I was chasing what I do not know
 l've been seeking some assurance
 And coming back to old ceremonies
 I see my old friends and they seem to find it
 But I'm still seeking my own home
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 I spent my summers on incantations
 I put my tongue in to tell and taste
 But I went back there
 Where I was younger
 Where they re just waiting
 On the waste
 I do not want freedom to be bound up
 l just want to believe
 This void will close
 But still it's yawning,
 To gap like canyons
 But still I'm seeking
 Somewhere to go
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 I must be waisted
 On the waiting
 l been wondering
 If I will see
 The fable painted
 Through my confusion
 Where everything is soothing
 And everything is free
 I had a first time,
 I had forgiveness
 I had an answer
 But I had to go
 Is there one path maybe
 but I need a clear sign
 Light me a beacon
 So I can know