Untitled and Unfinished

I’m in the process of being fixed

But that means I’m still broken
Spend all my time hoping
For some kind of token
 
That tells me I’ve made it
I’m through
There’s not much more to do
 
Just cross the road 
You’re almost home
 
But that road stretches for miles
As far as the eye can see
The only thing holding me back
Is the only thing pushing me forward
 
Me
 
So what do I do 
When I’m my own road block
When I cause the aftershock 
When I locked the lock
 
I’m in the process of being fixed
But that means I’m still broken
Spend all my time praying, hoping