Sometimes I wallow, in an air
Somewhere between a state of good intention and pathos no worries
I've got time to kill
Wear my bleeding heart on a discerning sleeve
The mind is there but the spirit's weak time to worry
When the time is killing concern
Presumption, an assumption
Redemption unsolved
Riding on the perseverance of others with armchair ideology
I'm a link in a chain of strength
Destructive inner fatigue corroding our effectiveness
Got to kick myself into gear
Instead of shrinking from activity
I've got time to kill my concern