Lost in the abstract too long leaves these eyes
Shut to the madness forever clawing at the skull
Time leaving, coming ebb flow like the Aum in the mouth
Tip of tongue, rolling into lungs and I feel forever young
Because I am not sure how long this song will be sung
So all I can do is give the most of the pulling of the rope
That leads the boat back to the dock where I can tie it up
For good, for the world to know this skeleton, spectre
Death tied to the rail of never ending wails like the ghouls
Lost in halls unanswered until their call went on fulfilled
I turn and turn ideas around in my head and only come
To a stopping code that unleashes one more devastation
Time after time, my passion and soul meets no other
That can quench it’s rhyme, but there is you, in mountains
Thrown halfway around the world, meandering through
Listening with heart and beckoning my heart, again do I fall.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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