Dreams don’t dim the truth; re-
ality fades my fantasy. I
squander days of youth, a fa-
tality thought as “meant to be”. It
comes and goes… yes it
comes, and it goes.
Some words start the storm, and
I crash into rocky shore, then I
settle down by sea, while
other ships leave and explore. They
come and go… yes they
come, and they go. Will
they all sink? Lord, I
don’t pray so.
Painted in a shade of blue I am.
Wishing and washing my feet in the sand,
siren… oh siren… call
Listening for the ocean unclear,
Casted off, don’t scoff at the waves here.
Tryin… I’m tryin… on
You sprint through like wind; you
sweep me up into the sun, then
before I can breathe, a-
way from me you sure do run. You
come and go… yes you
come, and you go. Will
you stay still? Lord, I
just don’t know.