Once upon a time I was a little boy
ran around aimless finding boundless joy
and then all this time passed
and I've seen the bitter
but this spirit still finds there's time just to shimmer.
I sought out passion in the solace of others
and tried to find comfort hiding under covers
until the truth stood up
and said "How do you do?"
with my body bared and my soul torn through.
Washed clean in a rainstorm, gripping desperate to cliffs
as the waves crash round and with weakened wrists
the clenching lets go
and the spirit breaks free
the path looks clearer but we're lost out at sea.
Bereft of a vision still the sun always rises
enough so to recognize that life's not the prizes
but the passion and smiles,
the movements and motions
the feeling of solace when we're lost in the oceans.
In that moment surrounded by blue salty skies
we can't anymore tell the stories and lies
the truth is apparent
and the thoughts are all said
so the mind finds its clarity and only water's ahead.