Thoughts are fleeting
Seething though my barren bones
Swelling my brain and seeping out as chord-plucked tones
That are breathing life into an old wayward child
The fog is bad enough when I’ve had my rest
The fog it is bad enough when I’ve had my rest
And I’m tired
I haven’t slept a wink in a long while
Where did I end up and what’s the date and time?
Eyes kept peeled on the road I missed the exit sign
But I won’t be lost until I’m found
Callously content with everything we see
Give it some thought and delve beneath the crust and be
Something more than
Stuck inside a cage that you can’t see
Olly olly oxen free my mind
From the undertow of the social tide
We’ll be the sea
Vast and free