Struggle Video (MV)

We've all gone a little Howard Hughes
Whittling away the years just watching the news
It's these kind of times
That I forget to be too kind to myself
To myself

I have nothing left to give
And yet they ask so much of me
Even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day
And any two points form a straight line

Tell me, tell me, tell me
How you got that lump in your throat?
Or how you are falling apart and how that gives me hope
That in these kinds of times we all forget to be too kind
To ourselves
To ourselves

In the absence of being
Oh the impermanence of it all
Like a leaf I search out the light
And I learned struggle is the meaning of life