Have I been torn by luxury?
You are half a century old
but there's life inside you
stories left to be told
Your work and your love
they keep you so young
People pray to be immortal
for a kingdom to come
But with your hands
Eternity is constantly done
It is spun on a wheel, the axis of your world
In each mold you see wonders, the smiles of your girls
The shine of space's sun, the gleam of deep sea pearls
Yeah, your years on this earth more than double mine
yet I am worn, jaded, embittered by time
So in the same way you find council in clay
I look for guidance in each word you say
So tell me, Creator
Have I been floating carelessly?
Has my reputation surpassed the real me?
Have I fallen victim to opportunity?
Have I been torn by luxury?
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